The elevator dings as the doors slide open on my floor, and I smile, imagining crawling back into bed. I hate that I had to leave her the morning after our wedding, but making it up to her is something to look forward to.
I slide my key into the card reader and push into the room. The hair on the back of my neck prickles, and immediately, I know something’s wrong.
“Brinley?” I walk through the suite, looking for any sign of her, but even before I see the ring on the dresser, I already know she’s gone.
The End