C48 The Restlessness That Haunts

The clock keeps ticking. Seconds pass by quickly, and now the hands of the clock show it's ten o'clock in the evening. Hazel sits on the bed, staring blankly at the bedroom wall. Occasionally, her eyes glance at the wall clock, hoping that time would stop for a moment so her anxiety wouldn't increase.

"Why isn't he home yet? Is he that busy?" she murmured softly