Author's pov
She woke up with a start, her heart racing, the memory of the dream still vivid in her mind. For a moment, she forgot where she was, disoriented and scared.
Then, as reality came rushing back, she realized she was still alone in the house.
The clock now read 3 PM. She still had a few more hours to wait. But the fear in her chest only grew heavier.
*What if he doesn't come home?*
Tiara shivered, pulling her knees up to her chest. She hugged herself tightly, as though the physical pressure could keep her from breaking apart.
Tiara woke abruptly, her body drenched in sweat, her heart racing. The remnants of a disturbing dream clung to her mind, foggy yet unsettling. She couldn't recall the details, but the feeling of fear and helplessness remained. She sat up in bed, running a shaky hand through her hair. The room was silent, save for her labored breathing and the soft ticking of the clock on her nightstand.
