C65 Bewitching Moth

Standing outside Robert's room, worry was etched deeply in Margaret's eyes.

Nearly a month had passed since Robert's return, and he hadn't stepped out of his room even once. Initially, he would eat the meals she left at his door, but lately, he hadn't touched his food for several days.

"Could something have happened to him?"

Biting her lip, Margaret's concern got the better of her