Alas, shock struck them the moment they were shown the breaking news on the television's screen.
[Mutilated parts of a young woman found in a trash bin left at a construction near Grand Falcon Hotel]
Claire swayed and nearly fainted right at that second, overwhelmed by the unbearable thought that it could be her beloved daughter. "No... no... Starla..."
Shawn couldn't conceal the terror that drained the color from his face, his chest constricting as his mind involuntarily conjured images of his own daughter being the unfortunate victim described in the news report.
However, he swiftly snapped out of his daze, tightening his fists with determination. "Clear the area and take me to the site! Get those journalists out of there!"
In a tender gesture, he reached out his hand to gently caress Claire's face. "Our daughter is still alive. It can't be her, so trust me. I promise Starla will be okay," he reassured her. "You stay here, don't come with me—"
