Ursula arrived alone

I returned to find a different forest. In the space of just a few days, autumn had swept through and claimed everything — the trees now burning in deep golds, fierce reds, and the last defiant greens of a season letting go. No fog. No clouds. The light was extraordinary. The session was beautiful. But Sean was gone — silent, invisible, absent in a way that felt wrong. I searched with my eyes, I listened with everything I had. Nothing. And as the morning wore on, beautiful as it was, a shadow of worry settled over me that I could not shake.