The waiting game
Hours passed with no sign of Alex, adding to her anxiety. As the daylight faded, my nerves got the better of me.
Every creak of the house sounded like an approaching footstep. My mind raced with possibilities. Maybe he had changed his mind.
Maybe something had happened to him. The longer I waited, the worse my anxiety grew. At some point, the worry became unbearable, and I found myself pacing, glancing at the clock every few minutes.