Victor’s POV

The corridor of the hospital reeked of antiseptic and anguish. The atmosphere was charged with tension as I walked beside the officers, my hands clenched. Each second that went by without responses was another second Rose was at risk, and I would not allow that to persist.

Upon entering the suspect's room, I was met with a bleak scene. The man rested on the bed, colorless and still, his chest rising and falling aided by a ventilator. Tubes wound their way around his body, ...