Rain poured over the school courtyard that afternoon. The overcast sky seemed to reflect Eliana’s own heart—gray, chaotic, and hollow. Ever since the kidnapping and Olivia now lying unconscious in the hospital, her life felt like a wrecked ship without a compass.

She sat on a small bench facing the empty field. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, her hair damp from the drizzle. Many had approached her since that night—teachers, classmates, even the police—but none of them truly gave her answers. Or safety.

Until a soft voice called her name from behind.

“Eliana?”

The girl turned quickly. A graceful woman stood under a white umbrella. Her hair was neatly tied...