The seventh day since Elisa's disappearance began to weigh like a century upon everyone. With each hour without news, the pain multiplied. Frederick, already weakened by age, couldn't hide his anxiety. Cecília, in turn, had become a hurricane of emotions, alternating between crying, anger, and disbelief.
That morning, a phone call came to the mansion. The news spread like wildfire: Elisa was missing, and the police were treating the case as a kidnapping.
What?! ... Cecília nearly dropped the phone from her hands. This can't be true... my God!
Frederick, pale, leaned on his cane, his eyes welling up with tears.
My granddaughter... my little girl is in danger...
Without waiting, Cecília demanded the car be prepared. She wasn't going to sit idle. She wanted answers. She wanted Eduardo.
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