Ryan's gaze lingered on the photo frame, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "Just an old acquaintance."

I raised a brow, teasing, "What kind of old acquaintance? Don't tell me—was she your childhood crush?"

For a split second, Ryan hesitated, as if I had struck a nerve. But he quickly masked it, his voice steady, "Her name is Isla Miller. She was my childhood playmate. But she went missing when we were kids, and no one has seen her ...