What drew the most attention was a photo frame cradled in his arms. The picture was unmistakably from his last island vacation, showing him and Aurora Reginald on a jet ski. Both of their faces in the photo were lit up with genuine smiles. He had been so happy then.
Leaning against the French doors, he gazed out at the orange tree he had planted with his own hands. A bitter feeling spread wildly through his heart, eating away at him.
Suddenly, a ringtone broke the silence in the room. The previously listless Jacks shot upright and frantically searched the room for his phone.
It was the custom ringtone he had set just for her, to ensure he would never miss her calls or messages. To his dismay, it had never once rung before. To hear it now, so unexpectedly, filled him with wild joy.
