[Angelo's POV]
The relentless grip of worry tightened around Angelo's chest, constricting every breath as he stood outside Christelle's house. The flashing blue and red police lights painted an ominous picture, and an unsettling feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. His mind was a tempest of confusion, thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a storm.
The air was charged with anxiety as he replayed the events in his mind. Christelle, his girlfriend, had left home hours ago, and the silence that followed her departure was deafening. It felt like an eternity since he had heard her voice or seen her reassuring smile. Panic gnawed at him, and the unrelenting uncertainty sent tremors through his limbs.
The weight of her mother's words hit him like a physical blow. "We haven't
