The morgue was dimly lit, and the sound of our footsteps echoed through the cold, sterile halls. My heart was pounding in my chest as we searched for any sign of Caesar. I could feel the sweat on my palms as we opened each door, my eyes scanning the room for any hint of my cousin.
"Anything?" I asked, turning to Charlie and Kael. They both shook their heads, and my heart sank.
We continued our search, moving from room to room, until we had scoured every inch of the hospital. But still, there was no sign of Caesar.
As we gathered outside the hospital, Charlie suggested we call it a night.
"We've been looking for hours," he said, "and it's clear he's not here. We should all just head back home and regroup in the morning."
I looked at Kael, hoping he would protest, but he just nodded in
