The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Greg's study, casting a warm glow over the exhausted figure slumped over his desk. Greg had spent the night poring over any information he could find that might help locate Lily, his eyes bloodshot and his face etched with worry.
Megan entered the study, carrying a tray with coffee and a light breakfast. Setting it down in front of Greg, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You need to keep your strength up, Greg. Lily needs us to stay strong for her."
Greg nodded, taking a sip of the hot coffee and grimacing as the bitter taste hit his tongue. "I just feel so helpless. We have no leads, and the police haven't come up with anything yet."
Just then, the doorbell rang, echoing through the mansion's quiet halls.
