The time has been passing painfully for Shouta and Hizashi. Some people were telling them to forget. To let go. To try again. They couldn't though, they wouldn't ever move on. Thought of their child, that tiny person they were waiting for, now with stranger, somewhere most likely on the other continent, was making them feel sick every day, in the permanent way that sits deep in bones and follows.
Japanese police was informed. The case spread across country, and further on abroad. Real paperwork about the child was passed, possible details given. They didn't even know if the child was born healthy. Sayuri wasn't found. She obviously never contacted them. Fear was eating both men alive. While time was moving further on, unrushed.
Japanese police was searching. And one, fateful day, they got information. From Europe. In Austria, town called Innsbruck, police found a single woman that matched description from files. At first the woman insisted on name Rina Akai, but during interrogatuon she gave in and revealed her name to be Sayuri Asana. The surrogate, from file. Asana was found with child. With one child, in poor, small apartment. Cramped, not exactly cared for. Police investigated further, and the woman got arrested for keeping kidnapped child with false paperwork.
Hope rose. No, not hope now. Reality.
The officer was on the phone. Speaking English with that harder accent. Agreed to contact Shouta and Hizashi to give address of the station, where Yomi currently was.