A week later.

*Alexander*

I entered the living room with Desmond following closely behind me, and the atmosphere was as depressing as we left it. The living room has never accumulated a lot of people like this in the past. Every single member of the family was present, including Amelia's foster parents' family.

Granny, who was held in Kiara's embrace, saw us arriving and immediately sprang to her feet and rushed to me in tears.

“Tell me, Alexander. What did the police say? Have they gotten any clues? Will they find Amelia soon?” she asked a series of questions in a breath, peering into my eyes for positive answers.

I...