As they made their way to the airport, the city sliding by in a blur of colors and shapes, Ruwen felt a knot of worry twist in his gut. His assistant leaned forward, providing updates on Catherine's recent spending. Each figure was a jolt, the reality striking him as harshly as the cramped quarters of the Mercedes they rode in. Millions of dollars spent, 'what had his daughter gotten herself into?' Ruwen silently thought.
Images flashed through his mind: Catherine's laughter mingled with the sound of ocean waves, her carefree days of youth. How had it come to this? Deep in thought and reeling from mounting dread, his hands clenched silently, hoping against hope that he would find his daughter safe and sound, untouched by whatever chaos had engulfed their family.
But deep down, a gnawing fear began to fester: what if the truth was far more complicated than any of them could have imagined?