His fingers flew across the keyboard as he logged into the mansion's internal server, heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the silence.
He scrolled. Back. Further back. To the exact date Amara disappeared. Nothing. The folders were empty. His breath hitched. And then it hit him.
The cameras. Amara had called him that day. Honey, the cameras aren't working. Can you have someone check them?
He remembered brushing it off. Remembered laughing softly into the phone. Because at that moment, he had been too busy kissing Elara. Too distracted to care.
Too careless to protect the one woman who had trusted him with everything. "How could I treat Amara like this?" he whispered, the words breaking apart as they left his lips.
His hands shook as he shut the laptop. The room suddenly felt too small, too empty. He paced restlessly, running a hand through his hair, chest tight with regret that came far too late.
