That morning, Damien sat behind his large desk, his fingers tapping sharply against the wooden surface. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the CCTV footage on his laptop—showing little Joe in a blue jacket, slipping out through the front gate without supervision.

Damien’s brows furrowed deeply.

“He went out on his own... But still!” he hissed. “A kid that age couldn't possibly do something like that without help.”

He stood up, grabbed his phone, and dialed a number he knew by heart.

“Mr. Juna, connect me to the police department. I want to report a child abduction,” Damien said curtly.

A formal voice answered on the other end, “Do...