Derek’s POV
We rushed out into the streets, adrenaline coursing through our veins. The air was cold, and the night was dark, but we were determined. We ran from house to house, pounding on doors, demanding entry. We were a whirlwind of desperation, driven by the need to find my daughter. But hours passed, and our search yielded nothing. I could feel the despair rising in my chest, and my shoulders sagged with defeat.
There was one house that stood out from the rest, hidden behind high walls and barbed wire. It looked impenetrable, like it belonged to someone who didn't want to be found. My heart leapt in my chest as I thought of my daughter, and I turned to the men. "That's the one," I said, my voice firm. "We have to get in there." But the men were looking at me with doubt in their eye
