Hey Darren,
I'm writing this with a ton of guilt. I hope the worker gives it to you. I'm so sorry for hurting you. The truth is, Kiara went missing the day she was supposed to meet you at the airport. That's the last I heard from her. I have no idea what happened. But your mom made me tell you a lie, and I couldn't handle the guilt. I left the country this morning. Please, Darren, find Kiara! She still loves you so much.
Kayla"
Mrs. Hernandez's laugh was a mix of amusement and sarcasm, as she thought to herself:
"Kayla, you think you're clever, don't you? Trying to cover your tracks and shift the blame. But you're not as smart as you think you are. You've only made things worse."
Her eyes narrowed as she read the letter again.