Brandon's POV
I navigated every corner of the hotel like a madman. Every hallway. Every staircase. Every backstage corridor. Every restroom. Every empty lounge. Every single place I could think of where Zoe might have gone. But she was nowhere to be found.
As the minutes passed, my fear grew heavier inside me. At first, I kept telling myself that she had only panicked, that maybe she needed some air. Perhaps she had locked herself away, crying, or was overwhelmed and hiding from everyone. But deep down, I knew something was very wrong. Zoe wouldn't do this—not today, not after everything she had fought through to get here.
