[Angelo's POV]
The detectives' questions cut through the swirling chaos in my mind like a knife. "So you are her lover, correct?" The simplicity of the question belied the complexity of the emotions beneath.
"Yes," I responded, my voice holding a trace of weariness and uncertainty.
"Where did you last see her?" The detective's gaze bore into me, seeking answers that even I didn't possess.
"She's on a trip with her classmates. I haven't heard from her since," I admitted, the admission tasting bitter on my tongue.
"Where was she?" The detective pressed, his tone insistent.
"France, last time I checked in with her. I told her to contact me as soon as she arrived from the airport," I explained, my words tinged with frustration and worry.
As the detectives diligently jotted down notes an
