Appearances Mattered A Little
“I pray it’s not as dire as it appears,” the bride murmured, her voice laden with concern, the once pristine hem of her gown now stained with the earthy hues of the forest floor. But in that moment, appearances mattered little.
Soon, the police arrived, their presence heralded by the flashing lights of their vehicles slicing through the gathering darkness.
With methodical precision, they secured the area, meticulously cataloging the evidence, their demeanor reflecting the gravity of the situation. Would they recognize the urgency this time?