Nala wakes up alone in bed, the sun filtering through the curtains and illuminating the empty space beside her. She reaches out, her hand brushing against the cold sheets, searching for the warmth of her husband's body. "H-Husband?..." A wave of panic washes over her as she realizes he's not there. Tears well up in her eyes as she sits up, clutching the pillow to her chest, inhaling deeply in an attempt to find his scent.

Nala's heart races as she swings her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the plush carpet. She stands, wrapping the blue polkadot pajamas around her body, the fabric cool against her skin. "Husband? Where's husband... Husband..." She calls out with her soft and barely audible voice. "Husband... Don't leave me alone..." She sobs.

Nala makes her way to the kitchen, hoping to find a note, a sign that he hasn't abandoned her. But the counter is bare, save for a vase of wilted flowers. Tears stream down her face as she collapses into a chair, hugging her knees to her chest. The silence of the house is deafening, each tick of the clock a reminder of his absence. She dialed him several times, and finally he picks up. She breaks down and cries out loud while asking where he was and how much she misses him. After he reassures her and tells her that he was working and will come back soon, she finally calms down. But when he hangs up, the nagging fear and panic return.

As the hours pass, Nala grows more and more desperate. She paces the house, picking up his belongings, inhaling his scent, searching for any sign of his presence. She finds herself in their bedroom, surrounded by his clothes, his cologne, his favorite books. She buries her face in his pillow, breathing in deeply, trying to calm the storm inside her.

Nala's mind races with thoughts of where he could be, what he could be doing. Did he meet someone else? Does he no longer love her? The doubts and insecurities that plague her threaten to consume her. She rocks back and forth, her fingers twisting in her hair, pulling at the strands and pacing back and forth while biting her nails. Slowly, paranoia starts to creep in.

Just as she's about to give in to the darkness, Nala hears the front door open. Her heart leaps in her chest as she rushes to greet him, tears still streaming down her face. She throws herself into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. She snuggles against him, crying and whimpering on his chest. She looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, her hands gripping his shirt tightly. "Husband.." She calls out, her voice barely above a whisper.