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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Missing Piece

Author: SALGMAN
last update publish date: 2026-06-08 07:21:33

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

The apartment seemed to shrink around the news.

Zainab was gone.

Not unreachable.

Not avoiding calls.

Gone.

There was a difference.

And everyone in the room understood it.

Tobe sank back into his chair slowly.

His face had become pale enough to worry Amara.

"How long?" he asked.

Damian looked at his phone.

"Approximately twelve hours."

Silence.

Twelve hours.

An entire night.

An entire night where nobody knew where Zainab Balogun was.

Amara stared at the folder on the
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