Serena’s POV
The streets looked different when I stepped out this morning. People still bustled about, buying bread, drinking coffee, laughing in groups, but to me, the whole city felt heavier, darker, as if something invisible pressed down on me.
I clutched Adrien’s watch inside my bag like it was a lifeline. “I’ll find you.” I whispered under my breath.
My first stop was the café on the corner. Adrien and I had walked past it more than once, and I thought maybe, just maybe, someone might have seen him.
The bell over the door chimed as I entered. The smell of roasted coffee beans filled the air. A young waiter wiped down a table and smiled politely at me.
“Buenos días, señora. Table for one?”
I shook my head quickly. “Actually, I’m looking for someone." My fiancé. He’s tall, dark ha
