You were back at the farmhouse every day. 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. She couldn’t even find tracks of animals.

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

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