C45 Should I call him?

It was around 8 o'clock, and Ezekiel still hadn’t returned home. I couldn’t focus anymore. Closing the book, I glanced at the main door, hoping to hear the sound of it opening.

Mom was in her room, and my frustration gnawed at me. With a heavy sigh, I placed the novel on the table and decided to check on her.

I climbed the stairs and approached her room. The door was ajar