The tension in the air was thick as Fabian, Crystal, and Tania gathered at their usual spot on the outskirts of the city. Today, however, the atmosphere was more charged than usual.
Tania sat at the head of the table, her eyes flashing with frustration. She had been growing increasingly impatient with their lack of progress. She wanted Ella found no, needed Ella found and the fact that she was still out there, alive, gnawed at her like an open wound.
“Where are we on finding her?” Tania’s voice was sharp as she glanced at Crystal, expecting answers.
Crystal, calm as always, leaned back in her chair. Her cold demeanor made her seem unflappable, but Fabian knew better she was calculating, and her mind was always working through solutions, even when her words were measured.
“We haven’t fo
