TITLE: HERE LIES THE BRIDE
After two years of searching, Sarah has finally discovered her fiancé, who disappeared on the eve of their wedding.
I had taken a few steps when the door creaked open. I turned around.
It was open just a crack, but his face peeked out. It was definitely him. "Hello?"
"Jack? It's me Sarah."
The door opened wider and he stuck his head out. His hair was rumpled and his stubble was a few days old. "Sarah?"
"Yes," I whispered. "It's me."
He threw open the door and stood frozen in his boxers, as though he were looking at an apparition. He was the same Jack, but more tan and a little thinner than I last saw him, and with a bit more chestnut brown facial hair. A few wrinkles burst from around his to die for Paul Newman blue eyes.
It was his eyes that scared me. There was something missing in them.
"Jack." I fell to my knees on the cold marble floor and held my hands to my face. I struggled to breathe. "You're alive."
"My God." He crossed the space in two seconds and crouched to the ground, pulling me into an embrace.
The tears came in a wave before I could stop them. "I knew it. You're alive."
He pulled away and looked at me. "How did you find me?"
"What?" I asked.
"Who sent you here?" He looked around the empty hall.
"Who sent me here?" The anger, pain, and sadness of the past two years burst open.
"What the hell is going on Jack? I want to know right now."