Clouds loomed heavily over the small house on the edge of town. The dark sky mirrored the heavy tension in the hearts of its occupants. In the quiet dining room, Joe leaned back in a wooden chair, eyes fixed on his phone that remained stubbornly silent.

"Is Eliana asleep?" Olivia asked softly as she set down two cups of warm tea on the table.

Joe nodded. "Yeah. But she keeps having nightmares. Every night, she whispers Hunter’s name in her sleep."

Olivia took a deep breath. “Joe, you have to stop thinking about going back to look for him. It’s too dangerous. Shopia might still have eyes on the outskirts.”...