Chapter 37 Late Again

• Abby
• The once golden glow of the candles seems dull now. The shadows in the room stretch longer, a stark contrast to the beautifully set table, pristine and untouched. The wine, once poured with anticipation, sits still, a silent witness to my growing anxiety. The aroma of the truffle oil, once intoxicating, now only serves as a bitter reminder of the love I had poured into preparing for this evening.
• The clock on the wall seems to mock me with its relentless ticking, each second stretching into an eternity. My phone lays idle beside me, and the absence of a call or message from Adam weighs heavily on my heart.