A sudden jolt of realization struck Armaan. His anxious thoughts sharpened into action.
"Wait… the GPS!" he muttered, fumbling for his phone. He'd slipped a small tracker into her bag weeks ago, after the hospital attack — a quiet precaution he'd never told her about. "If it's still active, I can find her."
His fingers trembled as he unlocked the screen, eyes darting over the map. The small blinking dot pulsed on the display, far from anywhere she should have been.
"Why is she there…? What's going on, Champion?" Without wasting another second, he broke into a run toward his car.