I haven’t slept in days. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is Grace’s face—pale, terrified, calling out for me. My body is exhausted, my mind a mess, but I can’t stop. I can’t stop thinking about where she might be, what they might be doing to her, and every time I imagine it, I feel like I’m losing my grip on reality.
“Cazzo!” I slam my fist into the wall of the safehouse, the pain barely registering. Vito and Luca glance at each other, concern etched on their faces, but I don’t care. They don’t understand. They don’t know what it’s like to feel this kind of helplessness, this gnawing fear that’s eating me alive from the inside out.
“Nico, you need to calm down,” Luca says, his voice steady but laced with worry. “We’re going to find her, but you can’t help her if you’re falling apar
