Hazel's POV
"The hallway camera feed just came back online," Adrian shouted, his fingers flying across the security console. "East stairwell, ninety seconds ago."
I pushed past two startled guests, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as I reached the control room, Julian already leaning over Adrian's shoulder, his face carved from stone.
"There," Julian said sharply, pointing toward the grainy footage. "That is her. That is Grace."
I watched, breath frozen in my chest, as a small figure in a familiar recital costume moved unsteadily down the stairwell, a taller shadow just visible at the edge of the frame, guiding her carefully by the hand.
"Who is that with her," I whispered, though some terrible part of me already suspected the answer.
"Enhance it," Julian demanded, and Adr
