Aurora's POV
“What did you say?” Nevio asked, sprinting toward the man who stood at the door, his breath short.
“I said they found her,” the man repeated, his voice taut.
“Where? Wasn’t she—” Nestore cut himself off as he stormed toward him, his body tense like a coil ready to snap.
“We don’t know what happened, Mr. Cavarallo,” the man—Matteo—said quickly. “The men just said they found her on her way—”
He barely finished before both Nestore and Nevio darted out of the room like bullets. I stood there, rooted to the spot, confusion swirling in my chest like smoke. Found who? Could it really be her? The woman in the picture? The one who had set both men on edge?
Ayla.
They were talking about her.
The name was like a spark in my mind. Whoever she was, she mattered enough to make Nest
