Victor’s POVI moved closer, inch by careful inch, my eyes fixed on the knife trembling in Samantha’s grip. Her knuckles were white, her shoulders tense and hunched, and I could feel her desperation hanging in the air like a storm about to break. Dr. Levine’s gaze shifted toward me, and for a split
Aria’s POVFabian pulled up to the restaurant just as I wrapped my arms around Jasmine, her small hand gripping mine tightly. I was grateful for his familiar face, his steady presence, even though the concern on his face told me he’d already sensed something was off.“Hey,” he greeted gently, steppi
Aria’s POVThe police station teemed with activity as I walked in, my heart pounding in sync with the echoing footsteps and murmured voices that filled the room. The fluorescent lights were harsh, illuminating rows of desks cluttered with files, and officers moving purposefully from one end to anoth
Victor’s POVI stared at my phone screen, Dr. Levine’s message lighting up in bold letters. The moment between Aria and me hung suspended in the air, and I could feel her watching me. “It’s Dr. Levine,” I said, glancing back up to meet her gaze. “He’s asking where I am.”“Oh!” Aria let out a small,
Victor’s POVThe officer excused himself, and as he walked away, I felt Aria’s hand slip into mine. Her fingers laced through mine instinctively, and I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling that calm, anchoring warmth that only she seemed to bring.Dr. Levine watched us, his eyes softening. “Tonig
Aria’s POVA deep sense of sympathy filled me as I thought about Samantha’s story. Her life had taken a dark turn, yet now, thanks to Dr. Levine’s dedication, she was finally being given the support she needed. It was hard not to be moved by his kindness and determination to help her, even after eve
Victor’s POV“What’s next?” I asked, eager to find out what will happen to move this forward. Harris sighed, his gaze steady. “Because it’s our only lead right now, we can’t risk busting it too soon. If we blow this, we may never get another chance. So we’re taking it slowly, one step at a time. We
Aria’s POV“Fiona! Farah!” I called out, smiling as I stepped into the gallery. The warm, earthy tones and vibrant photos on the walls welcomed me, each frame a stunning portrayal of Amsterdam. The last few days had been a whirl of stress and unease, and I needed this—a night to escape into art and