The letter lay on the desk, crumpled and stained with dried tears.
I could still smell the citrus perfume she used to wear permeating the heartbreaking words.
I read it one more time, hoping to find some clue, some hint that I had overlooked.
But I found only remorse in every line detailing my failings as a lover.
A shiver ran down my spine. Where was he? Why had he disappeared without a trace?
Questions hammered in my mind as I stared at her wedding ring abandoned on the table.
I needed answers before it was too late. Before the memories I once cherished turned into endless torment.
