Rosalie's POV:
A suffocating, terrible silence enveloped the interrogation room.
My father stared blankly at the forensic report, his eyes wide.
His lips twitched frantically as he tried to form words, but his throat refused to cooperate.
Then, his knees buckled entirely, and he slid helplessly onto the cold floor.
Propping himself up with trembling hands, a violent shudder racked his entire frame.
When he finally spoke, the sound was a ragged, choked gasp torn from the deepest part of his chest.
"No... no, that can't be my daughter! She... Didn't she run away with the smugglers?"
Roderick looked down at the broken man, his stern eyes softening with genuine pity. "I am deeply sorry for your loss, Mr. Morley."
Jerold stood completely rigid, his face blank and devoid of any human ex
