I sat on the stairs itself, facing the door as it had been some time since Channing had left the house. My left foot impatiently tapped on the floorboard, making a periodic sound of my taps resonate in the silence of my house. The sound of my tapping foot was complimented by a knock on the door and I immediately sprang up from my seat, striding towards the door.
There was a relief that washed over me expecting Channing to have found Sam and brought the note back, "Did you find him-" My lips sealed on looking at the person at my door. It wasn't Channing but Sam. "Oh, Sam," I unconsciously exclaimed.
Sam's brows crinkled at the way I had framed it, "Were you expecting someone else?" He turned behind to check if anyone was headed towards my house. But there was no one except the dried grass and Sam's motorbike.