An hour later, I tried again.
Still nothing.
The device appeared offline.
I told myself not to panic. Maybe the battery died. Maybe they were out somewhere.
But deep down, a knot had already started forming in my stomach.
Sunday came.
Then Sunday night.
No Jonah.
No phone call.
No explanation.
Just silence.
The moment I realized something was seriously wrong, I contacted the authorities.
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