Overheard

Beatrix stood nervously in front of her window, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress as she gazed out at the bustling city street below. It had been a month since she had last heard from Damien, her fiancé, and her worry had grown into a gnawing pit in her stomach. 

She had tried calling him, texting him, emailing him, but all she received in response was a deafening silence. It was unlike him to go radio silent for so long without any explanation, and she couldn't help but imagine the worst-case scenarios.

Her mind wandered back to the last conversation she had with Damien. They had talked about their upcoming wedding. 

He had promised to be there for her, no matter what. She remembered the warmth of his embrace as he kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you, Bea. I'll be back soon." She had believed him, trusted him completely, but now, with each passing day, her faith in his promise wavered.