Chapter Twenty Three - Harry's POV- Evil Sister

Harrison's POV

I woke up today feeling lightheaded, my mind heavy from the night's restless hours spent scouring the internet for any lead, any tiny hint that could unravel the cryptic messages we had discovered in the cursed otter plush. The urgency gnawed at my every brain cell, propelling my fingers to rush across the keyboard as I opened numerous tabs, diving into the depths of the web in search of answers.

News articles, forum discussions, investigative reports—all became my hunting grounds. I had to rule out the darkest possibilities. Nasty people abduct children for plenty of reasons, such as forcing bribes, or replacements for said people's dead children. Amongst all the reasons, there was one reason which I dreaded most. It was child trafficking. I prayed continuously that it was not the path that we had to tread. I could not even imagine it for one second.

Frustration pushed me deeper, further, and I kept my focus on the screen, my heart a relentless metronome in the backgrou