The feeling of being watched

Freda's POV

As the oil sizzled in the pan, I instinctively took a step back, wary of the sudden burst of activity. Following the instructions from the cooking video playing in the background, I poured in the sauce, hoping to recreate the dish with some semblance of success. Cooking was never my forte, but I was eager to explore this new hobby, a step towards self-discovery and growth.

After weeks of treatment and recovery, the absence of pain in my abdomen was a welcomed relief, a tangible sign of progress and healing. The doctor had advised that I engage myself in little exercise, like cooking and that's what led me to the kitchen, despite my lack of culinary skills.

The aroma of the sauce wafting through the air sparked a sense of anticipation and excitement, a fleeting moment of optimism amidst the chaos of the kitchen.

"What is next?" I asked myself looking confused, I mean I could clear see the video but I don't understand what next to do.

Suddenly an unpleasant smell filled the