Eva

From my seat on the bench, I watched Lorenzo as he ordered ice cream, admiring his strong physique and masculine structure.

My heart swelled with affection, and a contented smile graced my lips. This man is mine, I mused, reveling in the warm glow of happiness that filled my chest.

The sudden buzz of my phone interrupted my reverie, and I glanced at the screen – my sister Thelma's name flashing across the display. Curiosity mingled with concern, I answered the call.

"Hello, Thelma. Is everything alright?" I asked, my voice tinged with worry.

Before I could register what was happening, a piercing scream reverberated through the phone, cutting...