Chapter 51

Third-Person POV

The office was a hive of activity as Jax, the diligent investigator, sifted through countless leads and clues in his quest to find Alex. The room buzzed with a sense of urgency, mirroring the anxiety that gripped Elera’s heart. She couldn’t sit still, her worry etched on her face.

Day after day, Elera found solace in visiting the morgue. It was an unsettling place, filled with cold walls and somber silence. The rows of file cabinets held the stories of the departed, a repository of lives cut short. But Elera searched through them, hoping against hope that she would not find Alex’s name among the recent inductees.

As she flipped through the files, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation, Elera’s mind wandered back to the times she and Alex had shared. Their stolen glances, their unspoken words—each memory filled her with a bittersweet longing.

“Any luck today, Elera?” Jax’s voice cut through the silence, bringing h