The hospital corridor was a blur of sterile white and frantic movement. Lucy’s heart hammered against her ribs; she had already called Rosa, and the guilt of losing sight of Renzo was eating her alive. When the automatic doors hissed open, Rosa practically sprinted in, her face pale and her breathing ragged.
“Lucy! Is he found? Did you find Renzo?” Rosa’s voice was high-pitched, teetering on the edge of a breakdown.
“No, we’re still searching every floor,” Lucy replied, her hands shaking as she gestured to the empty hallway.
“Still searching?” Rosa’s worry snapped into a sharp, defensive anger. “What the hell is happening here? He’s a sick child! Where could he possibly go?”
“Calm down, Rosa,” Lucy tried to comfort her, though her own voice was trembling. “He wouldn't have left the hos
