Abigail's heart raced as she sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on the door, awaiting Christopher's return. The warm glow of the room did little to ease her mounting anxiety, as the image of the mysterious figure lurking in the shadows continued to haunt her.
She tried to push the thought away, reminding herself that the building was heavily guarded and secure. No one could sneak into the house, but the fear refused to subside.
As the minutes ticked by, Abigail's impatience grew. Why was Christopher taking so long? Had something happened to him?
She tried to calm herself down, telling herself that he was probably just talking to the guards, getting all the details about the possible intruder. But the uncertainty and worry gnawed at her, making it difficult to sit still.
