An unknown visitor in a wedding dress.
A confused report of a murder.
And a disappearance that confounds everything that seems clear.
From scattered fragments and incomplete information, I find myself compelled to embark on my first writing experience.
Not as a search for a solution.
But as an experiment driven by curiosity and doubt.
The text doesn't promise answers.
Nor does it offer certainty.
It's a slow approach to a mystery.
And an acknowledgment that some stories aren't told... but lived.
W.M.
