Chapter 132

Elysia's POV

The moment we arrived at Nina's house, accompanied by the detective, a surge of anxiety washed over me. The air was thick with uncertainty, and my heart pounded in my chest. Finding Ian was all-consuming, the sole purpose driving my every step.

With a resolute expression, the detective and I combed through every room, our eyes scanning for any signs of Ian's presence. The weight of the situation pressed upon me, and a mixture of fear and hope fueled my determination.

As we approached the final room, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air. The detective's trained eyes quickly honed in on a peculiar sight—an area of the room covered with a rug, with a table nonchalantly placed on top.

A flicker of hope sparked within me as I realized that this concealed space might hold the answers we desperately sought. The detective wasted no time, his movements swift and purposeful as he lifted the rug, revealing a hidden trapdoor beneath.

My heart rac