Roman sat at the kitchen island, his hands gripping the mug of coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, its rich scent mingling with the anxiety that hung heavy in the room. Roman took a sip, hoping the warmth would provide some relief, but the liquid felt like a dull ache against his parched throat.
His mind wandered, replaying memories of Becky, their shared moments of joy and laughter over the past two months, now overshadowed by the haunting uncertainty of her disappearance.
Anxious energy coursed through his veins as he glanced at the clock on the wall. Every passing second felt like an eternity, stretching the tension in the room.
Roman had come to the baffling realization that the house even felt empty without Becky. It could be that his mind was playing tricks
