Did you find him?

Robert watched as Violet crumpled to the floor, her sobs echoing off the walls of the grand living room. "Not my son," she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of her grief. "Not my Alexander."

Roman stood by his wife, his face a mask of anguish and helplessness. He had never seen Violet so shattered, and the sight of her pain pierced his heart. But Robert was already moving, his mind racing with a singular focus: they needed to find Alexander, and they needed to do it now.

"Roman," Robert said firmly, pulling his brother's attention away from Violet. "We can't stay here. We have to go find him. We know where the bridge is. We'll go there ourselves, and we'll bring Alexander back."

Roman blinked, his eyes still clouded with shock, but Robert's words cut through the haze. He nodded, a spark of determination flickering in his gaze. "Yes," he agreed, his voice hoarse. "We'll find him. We have to."