"A history? What kind of history? Is he a murderer?"
Eleanor's eyes widened, genuine alarm flashing across her face.
Mira quickly reached over to gently rub the older woman's back.
"Eleanor, if you keep working yourself up like this, I'm going to stop telling you things entirely."
Reminded that it wasn't her own granddaughter in the crosshairs, Eleanor forced herself to take a steadying breath.
"Alright, alright. I'm calm. Tell me, what did this boy do?"
She looked intently at Mira.
"Eleanor, it's a big, dark world out there. Tragedies happen every day. Just promise me you won't let it stress you out."
"I know, I know. We aren't the police; we can't save everyone.
Just tell me. I'll treat it like I'm watching a true-crime show."
Seeing that the older woman had genuinely settled down, Mira nodded.
"The police ran his background. It turns out his previous girlfriend completely vanished off the grid, too."
"Vanished? Was she murdered? Kidnapped?"
Eleanor absorbed the shock much better this time.
That was exactly the reaction Mira had been aiming for.
Since she couldn't shield Eleanor from the harsh realities of the world forever, using someone else's misfortune was a calculated way to build her tolerance to bad news.
"The authorities confirmed the guy has a documented history of crossing the Balkana border.
So it's highly probable the girl was trafficked straight into the Balkan Underworld."
"The Balkan Underworld? I've seen the news reports. It's a lawless hellhole run by absolute monsters."
Eleanor muttered to herself, her face pale.
"Exactly. And there's an overwhelming chance Sienna was lured right into that exact trap."
"Lord have mercy. That poor girl must be living a nightmare."
Eleanor's heart ached for Sienna's suffering.
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