Victor barely slept that night. By morning, his mind was made up. He would find Selena and bring her home, whatever it took.
"Gerald," Victor called, stepping into his office where his right-hand man was already working. "I need everything we have on Xavier and Selena. Every file, every report."
Gerald raised an eyebrow but didn't question him. "Give me an hour."
True to his word, Gerald returned with several boxes of files. "This is everything, boss."
Victor dove into the papers like a man possessed. Hours passed as he pieced together the fragments of Selena's life with Xavier. What he found made him sick to his stomach.
Medical records. So many medical records.
"Three broken ribs... facial contusions... fractured wrist," Victor read aloud, his voice growing hoarser with each injury
