I paced the length of my study, the shadows stretching long and thin across the walls. My grip tightened around my phone, knuckles whitening as I tried to suppress the growing agitation that gnawed at me. Grace had been missing for days now, and the silence from Gavino was getting under my skin. I needed answers, but more than that, I needed control over the situation.
Finally, the phone buzzed in my hand. Gavino. I didn’t hesitate, pressing the phone to my ear, bracing myself for whatever news he had.
"Marshall," Gavino's voice oozed through the line, calm, too calm. It set my teeth on edge. "I’ve got her. Grace is secure. But... there's something you need to see."
"Is she alive?" My voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. I didn’t have the luxury of letting emotions cloud my judgment r
