The following day, Victor, who had been consumed by his own thoughts and distractions throughout the night, finally managed to quell the growing anxiety within him. He hurried home, hoping to make amends, but his mind was filled with uncertainty. He even deceived himself, believing that I would have returned, waiting for him as usual.
Upon entering, he rushed to Maxine, his heart pounding. "Has the lady risen?" he inquired, his voice shaky.
Maxine glanced behind him, perplexed. "Isn't she with you? She left with you yesterday and hasn't come back," he responded, his confusion growing.
Victor felt a shiver run through him. The statement struck him hard. "What do you mean she didn't return?" He barged inside, frantically scanning the room. Everything was unchanged, but I was nowhere in sight. Even my beloved cat lounged on the sofa, oblivious to the unfolding turmoil.