Olivia’s POV

I yanked at the ropes binding my wrists, desperation fueling my struggle to break free and reach my daughter. Then, a heated argument erupted from the room where Mia was locked, followed by the deafening crack of a gunshot. My heart stopped, and the world seemed to freeze around me.

“Mia! My God, my daughter!” I screamed, my voice raw with terror.

My cries echoed as I called out for Mia, my eyes wide with panic. The gunshot had rung out, and now an eerie silence blanketed ...