Katrina pov
max your ex boyfriend "We are still looking for him, Katrina," her voice broke the quiet. It was sharp, clinical, and precise, cutting through my spiraling thoughts like a scalpel.
I didn't answer her immediately. I couldn't bear to let her see the raw panic flashing across my face. I stared at the modern decor of her executive suite, seeing nothing but the ghost of a situation that was rapidly spiraling out of control.
"I know, Mom," I murmured, my voice barely louder than a whisper. My throat felt parched, lined with the ash of a burning anxiety. "His contact... it’s completely unavailable. The calls don't even go to voicemail anymore. It's just a dead line."
I finally forced myself to look at her. She sat perfectly upright in her leather executive chair, her eyes sharp
