"Rafael," Peter spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

Rafael turned to face him, a question lingering on his lips.

 "I know, I will find her here, right?" he inquired, his tone edged with uncertainty.

Peter nodded solemnly, his expression mirroring Rafael's uncertainty.

 "Yes, Rafael. If anyone can help you remember, it's Hazel," he affirmed, his voice tinged with a note of reassurance.

Rafael's brows furrowed as he grappled with his ...