Maria.
A sudden, deep restlessness washed over me, a heavy weight pulling at my chest with the gnawing sensation that Noah was uncomfortable wherever he was.
I tried to push the thoughts aside, telling myself it was just my overflowing emotions—that I was simply overthinking and worrying too much—but the persistent feeling refused to disappear. It clung to me, growing stronger with every passing second.
Unable to endure the overwhelming anxiety churning inside me any longer, I finally gave in.
The walls of my room suddenly felt far too confining, the silence too suffocating to bear.
Every passing second only seemed to fuel the restless unease twisting in the pit of my stomach, making it impossible for me to remain where I was.
I needed to find him.
That single thought echoed insistently in my mind as I rose to my feet.
Without wasting another moment, I walked toward the door, wrapped my fingers around the handle, and quietly slipped out of my room.
