Lior’s POV
“What do you mean you haven’t been able to find her?” I bark. “Search the whole city. Every street. Every corner. Don’t stop until Lila is found. No excuses.”
They shuffle, apologies spilling out, but I’m already pacing. My hand rakes through my hair, until it stings. Where are you, Lila? How could you leave without a word?
“Lior.”
Rena steps forward. Her voice is softer now, threaded with worry. “You have to calm down. She’ll be found.”
I study her—real worry at the edges of her eyes, for me, for how I’m falling apart. I want to believe her. I want to stop. I can’t. Not yet. Not when I don’t even know where she is or what’s happening to her. It took me years to find her, and now—
I suck in a breath and drag a hand down my face. And then—
Beep.
My phone lights up. A text
