Lucas’ POV
I sprinted towards the house along the path, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. The betrayal of my father and its consequences became less significant over time. Elara was at the top of my list. The deceit of the doctor lingered in my thoughts, causing me great fear. What has happened to her? I needed to find her.
I burst into the house, forcefully passing through the doorway without hesitating, causing the door to swing open. Elara plagued my mind with images of suffering, harmed by someone amidst this tangled web of lies. I wasn't bothered by the turmoil nearby; all that mattered was ensuring she was safe.
"Hey, Elara!" I yelled loudly, my voice bouncing off the walls as I ran quickly to our room. The door opened, showing a well-made bed with neatly folded sheets. The view struck me as hard as a slap on the face. She wasn't here. Fear crept up from my stomach, contorting and constricting, constricting my chest.