ISABELLA
The river looked different in daylight. It was colder, crueler and hungrier. The same water that swallowed Adrian without hesitation now lapped against the rocks like it was mocking me. The rescuers were already scattered along the banks, boats drifting slowly across the surface, divers preparing to go under again.
Day four.
Four days of searching. Four days of nothing.
My boots sank into the mud as I stepped closer to the edge. The wind cut through my coat, sharp and unforgiving. I didn’t care. Pain was familiar now — a companion I didn’t ask for but couldn’t shake. Tobias stood a few feet behind me, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the water. He’d been released from the hospital only yesterday, but he refused to rest. Nico was still with his family, shaken and exhausted,
