NOVARIA'S POV
Sylvester knew Kelvin was right.
Driving around aimlessly wouldn't bring me back. Every minute that passed felt like another knife twisting in his chest, but even he had to admit that searching without a lead was useless. He needed information, not desperation.
Still, that didn't stop him from gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
The silence inside the SUV was suffocating.
Kelvin sat in the passenger seat, constantly checking his phone.
Every vibration made his heart jump.
Every notification ended in disappointment.
Nothing.
No sightings.
No calls.
No clues.
No Aria.
Another message arrived and kelvin opened it immediately.
His shoulders dropped.
"Nothing," he muttered.
Sylvester didn't respond. His eyes remained fixed on
