Before she could say anything else,
the cinema screen suddenly turned blank white.
The soft background music cut off abruptly, leaving behind a hollow silence that seemed to press against the walls.
The faint hum of the air conditioner became suddenly noticeable, and the rustling of popcorn bags stilled as if the entire room had been gently commanded to freeze.
A quiet hush fell over the theater.
"My gorgeous wife."
The deep, familiar voice echoed through the speakers rich, smooth, unmistakable.
Julie's eyes bulged instantly.
Her breath caught sharply in her throat, her chest tightening as if the air had been pulled right out of her lungs. Her fingers, which had been resting lightly on her lap, curled inward unconsciously.
Every nerve in her body seemed to awaken at once.
That voice.
She knew that voice.
Slowly, almost as if afraid the moment would disappear if she moved too quickly, her gaze lifted fully to the screen.
A figure began to form against the white.
