Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 519

When it was time for Monique and Probert to come down for breakfast, Monique was bouncing with energy, darting straight over to Camilla. "Aunt Camilla, where's Fidelia? Why isn't she down for breakfast yet?" she chirped, oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

We all froze, especially Camilla, who looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Monique was a clever girl. One look at our faces and she knew something was off.

"What's wrong?" she demanded, her playful demeanor vanishing.

No one spoke. She turned to me, "Mom, what's going on? Tell me!"

I gathered my thoughts before speaking gently, "Fidelia... she went out last night on her own and hasn't come back yet."

"On her own? Why would she do that?" Monique persisted, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Is she upset about something?"

At a loss for words, I glanced at Camilla, who remained silent. After all, to have such a thing happen less than 24 hours after her arrival was embarrassing.

Monique caught our silence and guessed she had hit the nail on the head. After a long pause, she quietly took a seat at the dining table.

Probert shot Monique a concerned look before joining his sister in eating breakfast. I noticed him whisper something to Monique, who promptly shot him a glare, causing him to focus intently on his meal.

My mom tried to comfort Camilla, "Camilla, dear, eat something. Galen sent people out to look for her, and he's got connections with the police. I'm sure we'll hear something soon."

Camilla murmured guiltily, "It's my fault. I was too harsh with her last night; that's why she ran off. Fidelia's always been headstrong, silent but determined."

As we all offered words of comfort, the two kids finished their meal and slipped away unnoticed.

After much coaxing, Camilla managed a few bites, but her mood was still grim. We were at a loss, waiting for any news from the police.

As time ticked by, our anxiety grew, especially for Camilla. Her usually meek demeanor had returned, and she sat there red-eyed and restless, trying to maintain composure.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before the police shared some hopeful news. A car's GPS on Oldtown Avenue had captured a figure darting out from the alley next to our house and into the opposite alley at midnight A young officer arrived shortly after to show us the video. Hannah quickly set up her laptop, plugged in the USB drive, and played the video for Camilla, who watched, fists clenched with anticipation.

On the grainy screen, a slim figure appeared, moving cautiously and seemingly checking the surroundings. Even after Hannah zoomed in, the image was blurry, but the figure was clearly wearing a dress, slipping out of the alley beside our old house and darting across the street into the shadows.

"That must be Fidelia," Camilla whispered shakily.

Unfortunately, due to preparations for the film crew, the street's surveillance system was undergoing maintenance, leaving gaps in coverage. This stroke of bad luck meant the streetlights were turned off and the cameras were disabled, complicating the search for Fidelia.

As the shadowy figure vanished into the darkness on the screen, we could only hope that it was indeed her, and that she would be found safe and sound.