Chapter 50
- Silence clawed at the walls like a storm barely contained.
- Racheal sat slumped on the cold marble floor, her once-impeccable hair a disheveled mess. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, streaking her makeup like war paint washed by guilt.
- Across the room, Lucas stood frozen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. “You searched for him... and just gave up?” he asked, voice low, dangerous.