BRAN'S POV*

The lights of the precinct hummed and did little to soothe my nerves. I paced the length of the room. It had been hours since Sophia vanished, and the detectives were hitting dead ends.

No ransom calls, no eyewitnesses, nothing. The detectives sat across from a desk, their faces etched with a familiar weariness.

"We've checked her social media, her bank accounts, and her phone records," he said, his voice in a low tone.

 "Zero activity since yesterday afternoon. Her car was found in a parking garage downtown. It's a clean slate, Mr Bran. It's like she just... vanished," the other detective said.

I stopped pacing, the words...