Cole's POV.
My head was pounding, my vision unfocused as I stared at the chaotic mess spread out in front of me. Newspapers, police reports, screenshots of online posts, blurry security footage…everything related to Emily’s disappearance was scattered across my desk, a maddening reminder that she was out there somewhere, suffering, and I hadn’t been able to do a damn thing about it.
Every second that passed without her felt like a slow descent into madness.
Daniel stood across the room, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in hushed tones, his expression tight with frustration. He had been making endless calls, pulling every string possible to find a lead, but every road led to a dead end.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the edges of my desk so hard my knuckles turned white. "This isn't work
