She felt guilty. So guilty.

You were back at the farmhouse everyday, slaving away for her.. Cooking, cleaning, hanging up the laundry every morning... and she had come back home empty-handed. It made her feel awful.. like she couldn’t even provide for you... She had already been gone for five hours and knew you were expecting her to have atleast one animal to bring back for you to cook, but she had nothing. She couldn’t even find tracks of animals.

She walked through the door, seeing you in the kitchen humming to the music on the radio. As you saw her, you immediately noticed her downcast expression.

“I’m sorry.” She said quietly, keeping her gaze to the ground.