Bianca’s POV

My hands trembled slightly as I dialed yet another number. The list of contacts I’d carefully curated over the years dwindled with every unanswered call, leaving me more frustrated with each passing minute. Yet, I couldn’t give up now—not with everything on the line.

“Have you heard anything?” I asked as soon as the line connected, my voice sharp, betraying the unease bubbling beneath my polished exterior.

“Nothing definitive,” came the clipped response. “But we’re still looking.”

I ended the call with a terse thank-you and leaned back in my chair, pressing my fingers against my temples. The tension pounding behind my eyes was unbearable, but I didn’t...