ANDRÉ’S POV
I don’t know how I found her. Honestly, I don’t even remember making the decision to leave I just moved, pure instinct guiding every step like a predator zeroing in on prey. When I returned from the meeting and saw the house empty, I didn’t panic. Not at first. I told myself maybe she’d gone for a walk. Maybe she needed air. But the silence was too quiet. The absence of her presence it wasn't just physical, it was like something had been ripped out of the space. A gnawing unease began to crawl down my spine like cold poison.
I didn’t waste time asking questions. I dropped everything I was holding keys, jacket, everything and bolted. My senses were tuned like a blade. Her scent thread guided me like a bloodhound down unfamiliar streets and twisting turns until it led me into a part of the city that stank of rot and neglect.
An alley. I decided to act in my instincts so I decided to find her, I traced her scent, it was faint, barely there. But still there. Like a ghost of he
