Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

“I’ve got a meeting. I’ll talk to you later.” Just like that, the call ended with a cold and piercing beep. I stood there, frozen, still holding the phone. Not long after, my screen lit up again. This time, it was a message from an unknown number. [You think Isaac has been on a business trip this whole time? Actually, he’s been with me in Forland watching the northern lights.] Attached was a photo of Isaac, holding Grace in his arms and kissing her beneath a sky of glowing auroras. The next few days, I lived like a walking corpse. I couldn’t eat or sleep, and my body grew thinner by the day. Until one night, I was in the bathroom taking a shower when it happened.