Luca's POV

The weight of the past few days bore down on me like a suffocating blanket. I couldn’t shake the gnawing worry about Rose. She was out there somewhere alive, I hoped but every passing second without answers felt like a dagger twisting in my chest.

My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. Jenny's voice came through the line, calm but urgent.

“We’re here,” she said.

I grabbed my jacket and stepped out of my car, spotting Jenny and Bianca standing near the café’s entrance. They looked anxious, their gazes darting around as if someone might overhear them.

“Let’s make this quick,” I said, gesturing for them to...