Morris's POV
The soles of my shoes were wearing thin from pacing the hotel room floor when my phone rang. One of the officers informed me that the detective leading Monica's search wanted to speak with me. My pulse quickened as I answered the call, bracing myself for whatever news awaited.
"Good evening, detective," I said, my voice barely steady.
"Just a moment, sir." The detective spoke to someone off-camera before stepping away from the frame. When Monica's face appeared on the screen, my knees nearly gave out.
"My angel! Are you okay?" Tears spilled down my cheeks as relief flooded through me. "Everyone! She's been found!" The room erupted in cheers and applause.
Monica's face was tear-streaked, her eyes wide with worry. "I'm fine, Morris, I'm sorry, but... my son, have they found my son?" Her voice cracked with emotion.
