Capture

After wrapping up his day, David felt an inexplicable urge to head back to the house. He couldn't shake the feeling that Flora must be there, perhaps waiting for him, especially with the family dinner on the horizon.

Upon stepping into the house, his eyes were drawn to a solitary sheet of paper lying on the table. David, his curiosity piqued, leaned over and snatched it up. It was Flora's handwriting. The words on the paper seized him, and he devoured each line with a mix of anticipation and concern.

"David, I'm not sure what I did wrong, but could you please come to your family's house? Going alone might make them believe things have changed between us. We've only just lost our baby, not even a week ago. Your comforting presence means more to me than ever. Please come home."

David absorbed the plea, and in that moment, a flood of memories with Flora rushed through his mind. Lately, suspicion had crept into his thoughts, eroding the trust they once shared. Yet, a deeper emotion ling