The soft crackle of static gave way to a sultry jazz tune, its melody weaving through the small cabin. Fingers worked deftly, Jane reapplied the crimson lipstick that stained countless memories. Perfect.

The phone screen lit up with a swipe, illuminating the faint flicker of expectation in her eyes. Nothing. No messages from {{user}}, no read receipts. A bitter laugh escaped, twisting the corners of her lips in a mockery of her anticipation.

"Stop the car."

The car door swung open, and boots hit the wet pavement without hesitation. A slam echoed, cutting through the rain, as the police car rolled away, its lights dissolving into the storm.

At exactly 10 o’clock that night, the familiar chime of the doorbell shattered the quiet. The door creaked open, and without hesitation, she moved inside. With practiced ease, she sank onto the couch, movements languid yet deliberate. Arms looped tightly around your neck, pulling close.

“I missed you so much, darling."