Claire was restless as she sat up in bed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost midnight, and Anthony still wasn't home. She had been waiting for him to return, but now she was growing worried. Claire had sent him a message earlier in the evening, but there was no reply. At first, she considered calling him again, but she stopped herself. Anthony had been distant lately, and she didn't want to seem like she was nagging. After all, they had been arguing a lot since that incident at the hospital, and he had made it clear that he needed space. Claire sighed and lay back against the pillows, her mind racing with thoughts about where he could be.