Otsana
I was sitting in the living room, watching my kids play when I noticed Angela pacing back and forth. Her movements were frantic, her gaze constantly shifting between the kitchen and the window. Something was clearly bothering her. She was trying her best to maintain her composure, but the worry in her eyes was unmistakable. I could hear her heart pounding from where I sat, and her frustration seemed to grow with every passing second.
I frowned, my own sense of concern rising as I watched her. Something was clearly wrong. My kids seemed settled enough on the sofa, so I got up and made my way over to where Angela was standing, her fingers tapping nervously against the counter.
“Hey, Angela,” I greeted her softly, trying to offer her a reassuring smile. “You seem really anxious. Is
