Love Drowned in Summer Storm
Language: en
A week before our wedding, I stood in the lobby of the Grand Regency Hotel and watched my fiancée, Vivian, passionately kissing my childhood best friend, Marcus. She was supposed to be out of town on a business trip. They held each other in the center of the lobby, completely lost in their own world. Only an hour earlier, my phone had buzzed with a video call from an unknown number. When I answered, the screen showed a young boy, maybe six or seven years old. His face was stained with tears, his voice raw as he begged me to save his father. But the moment he saw my face, he froze, staring…