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Kai’s POV

I was overwhelmed, the weight of the situation crushing me further to the ground and leaving me vulnerable to my worst emotions.

Being weak has never been a trait I could express so easily, but here I was, broken to my knees with my last restraint, hanging by a thin thread.

Tears threatened to spill, but my eyes remained dry, a testament to the shock that held me captive.

Where was she? Where is Alana? Who took her in the night while she slept? These were the questions that kept seeping through my mouth repeatedly, with no fucking answer.

"Where are you?" I muttered under my breath, the words barely escaping my lips and echoing through the space. But there was no response—only the haunting silence that seemed to grow louder by the second.

I jerked forward and began to rummage through her belongings that were left behind, in a desperate attempt to find any clue or trace that might lead me to her whereabouts.

My instinct reeled as my hand brushed against something sharp, hidde