"Aunt Mary, seriously, you're too kind. It's all part of the job. For Josie, I'd walk through fire without a second thought."
Oliver’s words were genuine, straight from the heart.
For Josie, he'd move mountains.
Josie chimed in, "I've posted the sketch in our group chat. Anyone recognize this guy?"
Grandpa Brandon squinted at the image. "Doesn't ring a bell. Never seen him."
Emily jumped in, "I've seen him! Once, when I was at the diner, I saw Lena chatting with him by the alley. They walked off together. Thought Lena might be sweet on him, so I didn’t ask."
Josie continued, "This drawing is from Lena's hypnosis session. She did it herself, so it should be accurate. But finding one face in a crowd isn’t exactly a walk in the park."
Garrett, with a reassuring tone, added, "Josie, you've done a great job. We've got plenty of leads now, and we're closing in on the mastermind behind all this."
Hattie, with motherly concern, handed Josie a slice of freshly baked bread. "Sweetheart, eat a bit more. You’re looking worn out. My poor girl, you've been through so much."
If only she had left Lena by the side of the road all those years ago.
Dorian suggested, "Josie, why don't you get some sleep? We’ll handle the rest tomorrow. You need your rest after a day like today."
Feeling the fatigue, Josie smiled and stood up. "Alright, I'm heading to bed. Goodnight, everyone."
Oliver watched her go, his eyes full of tenderness. "Sweet dreams, Josie."
After exchanging a few words with her grandparents, Josie went upstairs.
...
As Oliver was about to leave, Grandpa Robert stopped him.
"Oliver, you've really come through for us, saving Josie like that."

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