The city stretched out before Damien, a sprawling maze of lights and shadows, but barely saw it. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, the skyline blurred by the rain streaking down the glass. The rhythmic patter against the window was the only sound that filled the silence, a constant reminder of time slipping through my fingers— of all the years that had already been lost.
Six years.
Six years since she vanished.
And still, nothing.
No trace, no clue, not even the whisper of her existence. It was as if she had been swallowed by the earth itself, erased from the world with cruel precision.
“Damien.” Davis’s voice broke through the silence, hesitant but firm. “There’s still no news of Miss Smith.”
A sharp pain coiled in his chest, constricting like a vice. His jaw clenched, the muscle
