The television buzzed with the daily news. A reporter stood outside a local school holding a microphone.
[BREAKING: Heiress of the Alisson Colgemorte Group is missing. Last seen near LIC High.]
Caelus froze when her picture flashed on the screen. She was around his age according to the news but the girl was tiny with a small frame and a small face. She was the kind of kid you could easily lose in a crowded street. Yet her presence completely locked him in place.
There was something about the way she stared directly at the camera. It felt completely off. She felt wrong in a way he could not put into words.
He leaned in closer. He felt like he knew her from somewhere, but the memory slipped through his fingers.
He sat back and let out a long breath.
This girl was not Sylvia. Therefore, he did not need to waste another thought on her.
"I need to find Sylvia," he muttered to the empty room.
That was the only thing that mattered right now.
