“People disappear every day. The man standing in line at Starbucks, buying his last cup of coffee before he gets in his car and drives into a new life, leaving behind family who will always wonder what happened. Or the woman sitting in the lat row of a Greyhound bus, staring out the window as the wind blows strands of hair across her face, wiping away a history to heavy to carry. You might be shoulder to shoulder with someone living their last moments as themselves and never know it.”
