Two minutes after Maya left, Evan arrived.
Today was supposed to be their wedding day. The snow mountain ceremony had been planned for months, and he'd come personally to pick her up.
Instead, he found a silent house and the wedding gown hanging motionless inside the closet.
Evan pushed open the bedroom door and called softly, "Maya."
Only silence answered him.
He walked through the empty rooms one by one, a strange heaviness sinking deeper into his chest with every step.
Maya's identification documents were gone.
Her medical handbooks were gone.
Even the photo album of her father, the one she always kept close, had disappeared too.
Only the wedding dress remained.
Its pale fabric glowed coldly beneath the morning light, like a silent mockery.
Evan took out his phone and called
