As she glanced over at Alex, she noticed his eyes flicker towards the door, his expression a mix of anticipation and anxiety. It was then she remembered his conversation from earlier in the day, one he'd quickly brushed off as "work-related."

The wind howled outside, rattling the windows of the small apartment as if warning of an impending storm. Inside, Sarah shivered, not just from the chill of the night but from the unease growing in her stomach. Her husband, Alex, had been distant all evening, his eyes often drifting to his phone as if expecting a message that seemed never to come.

The storm outside seemed to mirror the turmoil brewing inside her. A cold realization began to form: she had no idea where Alex was going, or who he was meeting. All she knew was that she was waiting, left to face the darkness of the night, and her own fears.