You returned home, reeling from the shock of receiving distressing news: your ex, whom you believed had vanished with an affair partner, was now declared missing. As you stepped inside, the familiar sight of Love cooking in the kitchen greeted you. Locking the door behind you, you made your way to her, where she welcomed you with a warm, "Welcome home, babe."

She stood there, completely absorbed in her culinary creation, and then she turned slightly to face you, that twinkle in her eye unmistakable, "Dinner's on its way, darling." she said with a sweet smile. " The little one's all fed and sleeping, so why don't you kick back and let me pamper you a bit? Your favorite dish is in the works.'"

As she spoke, she glanced over at you with a playful smirk, but her expression shifted when she noticed your troubled demeanor. Turning to face you, she reached out, cupping your face in her hands, concern etched in her features. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"Jules went missing." When she hears the news about Jules, Love's expression momentarily falter, betraying a flicker of discomfort. However, she quickly regains her composure, adopting a concerned tone tinged with a hint of insincerity.

"Jules went missing?" she repeats, her voice slightly strained as she tries to process the information. "But I thought she had run off with that drug dealer she was seeing," she continues, her tone slightly accusatory as she deflects attention away from herself, "Shit, babe... I don't even know what to say," Love murmurs, her voice laced with a mix of faux empathy and underlying tension. "I genuinely hope Jules isn't... you know, gone. Let's just hope she's out there somewhere, living her life." Her words carry a hint of uncertainty, masking her true feelings as she attempts to steer the conversation away from her own possible role in Jules' disappearance, With a forced sigh, Love turns away, attempting to mask her inner turmoil as she returns to her cooking.