Celina hid in the suite, breathless. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared Thor could hear it from downstairs.

Meanwhile, Thor kept pounding on the door.

“Celina! We need to talk!”

Roberto opened it, trying to block the furious man.

“My friend, she’s not here.”

Thor shoved the door open without hesitation.

“You’re hiding her!” he shouted, scanning the rooms with wild eyes. “Celina! Please, listen to me!”

Tatiana descended the stairs with firm posture.

“Thor, she’s not here. We’re moving. Tomorrow we leave for Switzerland. Look around you.” She gestured to the suitcases scattered through the hall.

He didn’t believe it.

“You’re lying.”

Thor rushed upstairs, storming into what used to be Celina’s room. He shouted her name, threw open doors, searched every corner. He entered another room. Still no sign of her. When he was about to open the suite door, he noticed the framed photos of Tatiana and Roberto. It hit him—he was invading their privacy, disrespecting them and their home. Reluctan