DAMIAN’s POV
"Marco!" The call echoed through the house, swallowed by silence. Frustration rippled beneath my skin, propelling me into motion. The phone was discarded, and I swept toward the drawer, fingers closing around the cool metal of a car key, urgency coursing through me.
As I surged out of the house, the world seemed to blur, caught in the whirlwind of my apprehension. Each step thudded with a weighted urgency, heart pounding a relentless rhythm against my ribs. The cool air rushed over my face, a stark contrast to the heat churning within.
"Damian, is everything okay?" Lisa's voice cut through the escalating tension, concern lacing her words. It hung, unanswered, as I thundered down the stairs, determination etched into every line of my face. There was no time for explanations
