Michael reached the shore just in time to find the shawl.

The sight of it hit him like a blow.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, his body trembling with grief and terror.

Then, the screech of tires broke through the chaos.

Several black cars skidded to a stop nearby.

A group of men in black suits rushed out, heading straight for Michael.

“Michael, what happened?” Wyatt asked, startled to see him on the ground.

Michael pointed toward the sea, his voice shaking. “Hurry, save them.”

Wyatt’s eyes followed his gesture and locked onto Bianca, struggling against the waves. His heart pounded.

Earlier, Dave had called...