Memories back?

The sun was just beginning to peek through the frost-covered windows as Stephen slowly opened his eyes. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he realized that something was amiss. He turned his head to the side, expecting to find Anna beside him, but the bed was empty.

Panic coursed through his veins as he sat up, scanning the room in a state of confusion. He called out her name, his voice filled with concern, but there was no response. Frantically, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for his robe, hastily slipping it on.

With each step, his heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with worry. He hurried out of the bedroom and into the quiet stillness of the cabin. The wooden floor creaked beneath his weight as he moved through the dimly lit room, his eyes darting from corner to corner.

"Anna?" he called out again, his voice echoing in the silence. But there was no sign of her. Panic turned into a surge of adrenaline as he rushed towards the front door. He swung i