Without a Trace
Mason went about the room frantically, checking every open space available that could harbor a whole human frame. He thought, “Julia has to be somewhere. He, after all, gave her the key to come to their room and wait on him for the final rite of their wedding night.
Breathing heavily after a continuous search for his wife, Mason felt disappointed that he couldn’t even find a single trace of Julia in the room. He didn’t even stumble on any piece of her clothing, gems, or face-enhancing products. What’s going on and where’s my wife? These questions rang loudly in Mason’s mind without answers.