CHAPTER 97 A Trail

　　Evelyn's POV

　　Everything was useless. Completely useless.

　　No matter what I did—breakfast, lunch, dinner, casual conversations, desperate pleads—nothing worked.

　　My father didn't slip, didn't flinch. His lips were sealed as though he'd taken a sacred vow of silence.

　　It only added to my frustration.

　　I paced around my room, my arms wrapped around myself, trying to keep my thoughts from bursting.

　　It had been days. Days of waiting, of watching, of hoping for any sign of Nathan. But there was nothing.

　　No whispers from my father. No movements. And my father… he never went anywhere suspicious.

　　He was too careful, too calculated. It was like he knew exactly what he was doing.

　　I was losing it.

　　I let out a yell of frustration from my throat as I yanked at my hair, my nails digging into my scalp.

　　I couldn't just sit here, trapped in this cycle of helplessness.

　　But what if he's dead?

　　The thought slithered through my mind before I could stop it.