It was noon. It was past 2 pm.
The house still seemed cold to her. The warmth lifted off in the air disappearing in the thin lines of coldness surrounding the rooms. With the air cooler turned off, she could still feel the chills running up and down her arms. With her heart beating frantically and jumpy feet, her fingers kept drumming the table.
She wasn't home yet.
Her heart backflipped.
Was she at her safe place, as he said?
Her eyes looked sleep-deprived. Her heart was on the verge of giving out as the disastrous thoughts formed a cloud in her head and rained with no mercy. The bell rung as her thoughts came to a halt; the sudden stopping of the train of thoughts brought back her humanly beating heart. Her feet now firmly on the ground with hope around her heart. She walked towards the door and opened it.