The temperature in the house cooled as the sun set for the day and the moonless night enveloped everything. Her bare feet flexed against the cold floor, reminding her that she had forgotten to grab some footwear after her shower. But despite the floor’s coolness not causing discomfort, it couldn’t dispel the increasing heat of anger and uneasiness brewing inside her like a pressure pot ready to blow.
Becky’s anticipation reached its peak as she anxiously paced back and forth in the dimly lit hallway, her eyes fixated on the front door. Shadows danced across the walls, amplifying her restlessness. Time crawled agonizingly slow, as if the clock itself was deliberately prolonging her wait. She knew Roman would soon return from work, and with that knowledge, her anxiety peaked. It had been a
