GIOVANNI’S POV
The surveillance room was cramped and smelled like stale coffee.
I stood behind the guard manning the screens, watching him rewind and fast-forward through the footage.
It was the third day after Arya disappeared and it was starting to feel like we were chasing a ghost in the wind.
Checking the CCTV for what was the hundredth time waa starting to feel hopeless.
"There." I pointed at the screen. "That corridor. Check it again."
He did, frame by frame. The hallway remained empty, there was no sign of Arya.
When he looked up, the resignation on his face made my jaw clench. "Sir, I've been through every camera feed from the past six hours."
His voice was apologetic. "She doesn't appear on any of them."
"That's impossible." My hands gripped the back of his chair har
