FINAL PHOTO of a hero
Waking up, I groggily rolled over and realised my fiancé Tudor wasn’t in bed next to me. It was 5am, and he’d been working as security for a New Year’s Eve party all night, but I’d expected him home by now. Picking up my phone to send a text, I saw he’d sent me a photo at 2am, looking smart and handsome in the lobby of a decadently decorated building, surrounded by Christmas baubles. ‘Sorry I missed your message, where are you?’ I texted, before falling back to sleep. Yet I’d never receive a reply, and that photo would be the
