Tyrone carefully tucked Sabrina in. Then, casting one more glance at her, he reluctantly left her apartment quietly.

The door closed softly behind him, leaving Sabrina alone and oblivious to Tyrone's departure.

In the morning, Sabrina awoke, squinting in the brightly lit room.

The sun gleamed and bathed her surroundings in warm yellow hues.

"Tyrone?" Sabrina called out.

But no one answered.

Wondering if he had left, Sabrina checked her phone and found it was already 8 a.m.

Getting out of bed, Sabrina, feeling unenthusiastic about cooking, opted for ordering takeout.

As she waited, sitting on the bed, a sense of overwhelm and fear suddenly washed over her.

A knock on the door startled Sabrina.

With her heart racing, it triggered memories of her recent traumatic events.

Just as her anxiety peaked, her phone rang. It was the delivery person calling about the food she ordered.

“Hello, I put your takeout food by the door. Remember to take it,” the voice on the other end said.

"Okay. Thank you."

Sabrina hung up and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only the delivery man.

She sat in the room for a moment to compose herself. Then, she peered through the viewing slot in the door, ensuring the corridor was clear. With caution, Sabrina opened the door and quickly grabbed the takeout, closing the door swiftly again.

After breakfast, as she cleaned up, Sabrina glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 9 a.m.

She checked her phone to see if there were any messages from Tyrone.

But there was nothing.