Nathan’s POV
I paced the length of my study, the glass of whiskey in my hand forgotten as I swirled its contents absentmindedly. My mind raced with scenarios, plans to fix this nightmare Nicole was trapped in, but nothing concrete surfaced. The walls of the room seemed to close in on me, the once cozy space now suffocating.
Where was Luca? I had sent him out hours ago to gather any shred of evidence that could help us, but the wait was agonizing.
My patience was already hanging by a thread when the sound of footsteps in the hallway made me stop abruptly. The door creaked open, and Luca entered, his face grim.
I did not need to hear a word to know what his expression already told me. My chest tightened. “Nothing?” I asked, my voice low, but it carried the weight of my frustration.
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