Come fix my mess

Ten pm. Exactly ten pm on a dot, and Anthony was yet to return home. Sandra took another glance at the wall clock that faced her mockingly. Her fingers twisted within each other as she imagined all the things that could have gone wrong. Anthony might be dead. He might have gone missing. What if he had gone to get revenge at his enemies,and they ended up killing him? She wouldn't even be able to find his body.

She lifted her arms from the table they had been resting on. Her hand grabbed her cane as she rose to her feet. She needed to stop creating fake scenarios in her head.

The aroma from the five course meal that was served dissolved on her tongue. She didn't even feel so hungry anymore. She was just exhausted.

She picked up her phone. Her hand slid through the contact list, finally arriving at his name.

She stood hesitantly, staring at the name. With a deep breath, she tapped his name. The worst outcome was free to happen, if necessary.

She tapped the loud