When Augustus left, I couldn't stay calm. I was pacing back and forth in front of the door, biting my fingernails. I was nervous and scared. Maybe it was because there was a strong wind outside, it was raining heavily, and it even seemed like a storm was coming. I knew it was my fault, but I was more worried about his safety. My first thought was to look for the guards who were always patrolling the yard of the house. When I saw one, I approached and tried to speak to him properly. There were two of them, holding umbrellas and flashlights.
"Have you seen Augustus? We had a fight, and he stormed out of the house. I'm worried about him. Did he mention where he was going?" I asked the guards with concern.
"No, ma'am. Sir didn’t tell us where he was going. But we saw him get into the car an
