"Praise God, Ute and Beatrice are safe, Sam. But I haven't received any news about the others. Sister Ute hasn't provided further updates. I've already asked Deni to take Beatrice and Ute to the hiding place in the Southeast. I apologize if I acted impulsively—"
"No, what you requested was right, An," Sam quickly interrupted. His jaw tightened, his eyes filled with furious anger. The bottle in his hand had shattered since Anne's news arrived. He absorbed each word carefully. Don't ask how overwhelming it felt. His thoughts were solely focused on one person; Beatrice Catalina.
He was caught off guard.
His memory immediately flashed back to a series of events he had experienced. Piece by piece, his mind assembled a puzzle that suddenly resembled shards of glass. Sharp and capable of causi
