Damian burst through the front door, his tie loosened and his usually composed demeanor frayed. Behind him stood Luca, his expression carefully curated to show concern. Maria, still flustered, hurried to greet her husband.
“She’s home, Damian,” Maria said, wringing her hands. “She came back in a police car, and her car is gone. She won’t say anything.”
“Where is she?” Damian asked, scanning the room urgently.
“She has been in her room since she returned. She wouldn’t open the door. Amor, something is wrong with our baby girl.” Maria cried out in despair.
“I will get her,” Damian responded.
Before he could take another step, Kiara emerged from her room, her eyes locking onto Luca like a hawk spotting its prey. Her face twisted with a mix of disbelief and fury.
“What is he doing her
