OWEN'S POV
I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours.
My office was dark despite the daylight outside. I had drawn the blinds to shut out the world because it didn’t feel right for the sun to be shining while Zoe was missing—possibly hurt, scared… or worse.
My desk was covered in open files, maps, and printouts. Security footage from the area. I had men working around the clock. Every surveillance system, every possible lead. Nothing. Like she vanished off the face of the earth.
And it was killing me.
I have never felt so powerless. So useless. I was used to being in control, always a step ahead. But this… this was a different kind of war. And I was losing.
The door flung open suddenly.
“I said I don’t want to be—”
I looked up and froze.
Austin.
He stood there, stiff and red-eyed
