ZARA’S POV
The white ceramic teacup was already full, but my hand wouldn’t stop pouring. Stream rose in a thick cloud, carrying the rich, sweet scent of hot cocoa, but my eyes were completely unfocused.
I was staring straight through the kitchen wall, my mind trapped in a terrifying, endless loop of the same questions that had kept me awake for the last seventy-two hours. Three days.
It had been three whole days since Elena vanished into thin air. Three days of unanswered calls, an empty apartment, and a hollow silence that was slowly driving me insane.
"Mommy! Stop! It’s burning!"
Maya’s sharp, frightened cry jolted me right out of my thoughts.
I flinched violently, snapping my wrist back. The hot cocoa poured over the rim of the cup, spilling across the polished marble countertop
