*Jacopo’s POV*

Our shoes were caked with mud, and our clothes were ripped and filthy. We combed over every inch of the property from the dilapidated barn to the dense woods behind it. We even searched the nearby creek that ran along the property's edge. Each step we took was a stab of fear as we scanned for any sign of Sophia. But despite our exhaustive efforts, we found nothing concrete to show where she was. The sun had long since set, and now only the moon cast its ...