AUTHOR’S POV
One ordinary afternoon, as they strolled through the park with Kade, a stranger approached them, bringing an air of uncertainty. Carmillia's heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird as the man approached.
Roland, ever the knight in shining armor, stepped forward, his voice a soothing balm in the man's distress. "Tell us what's troubling you, friend. How can we help?"
James, the man, spilled his story like a dam bursting - the agonizing ache of his missing daughter, Lily, the cold indifference of the police, the suffocating darkness of despair settling like dust over his soul. With each word, Carmillia felt a knot tightening in her stomach, a sense of responsibility coiling around her heart.
"We'll do everything we can," she offered, her voice choked with a risin
