The next morning, Edward, laden with luggage and travel-stained, returned home. Stepping through the door, the quiet atmosphere gave him an uneasy feeling. He strode quickly towards the bedroom, his brow furrowing slightly at the unwrinkled bed, and picked up his phone to dial Cissie's number.

"The phone you have dialed is powered off."

He hurriedly checked the wardrobe, finding only his clothes remaining.

Walking dazedly to the living room, he noticed a letter and a ring on the table.

He picked up the letter, his hands trembling slightly as he opened it.

[Eddie, by the time you read this letter, I will be on the plane. Forgive me for...