The next morning, Luke called in a panic. Laura was gone. Her car, phone, and wedding ring left behind. Her dress folded neatly. Her side of the bed cold. No note. No explanation.
It didn’t make sense—yet it did. Laura had always needed space when life got overwhelming. She vanished before, in smaller ways. But this wasn’t a college party or family fight. This was her wedding night.
We all rushed to the motel. Everything was left with eerie care, like she wanted us to see it, to know this wasn’t an accident.
Only one thing was missing: Laura.