Chapter 77

Tyler. "We found her, Tyler!" Nate's voice cut through the air, jolting me from the depths of paperwork piled high on my desk. Arya? My heart raced as I stood up, my legs trembling with a strange mixture of anticipation and fear. Nate's announcement as he entered my office felt surreal, his expression a blend of excitement and concern. I felt a flicker of hope igniting within me. Arya. I said a silent prayer to the moon goddess, hoping that she wouldn't come to any harm. "Arya?" I asked as I walked round my table to meet him. "Yes, Arya." His initial excitement waned, replaced by a furrowed brow and a troubled expression. "But we might have a problem." The word hung in the air, heavy with implications I feared to comprehend. "Problem?" I asked as chills ran down my spine trying to think of what might be wrong. "Is Ayra alright? What's the problem, Nate?" My mind raced with a flurry of questions, each more urgent than the last. Was Arya safe? Was she hurt? Was this some cruel twi