Chapter 5. What Should Be My First Step?

I tried hard not to stare at the two huge males behind me as I walked up to the front door. I’m nervous no doubt and why not? I haven’t been here in years.

I looked up at the house, taking in the green ivy that snaked up the pipes, and the recently mowed lawn. The house was painted a dark red and cream. It’s nowhere of a mansion like the one I just left few hours ago, or my father’s, but it was comfortable enough for the woman who lived within the four walls of this house.

The weekend has passed in a blur of boring events. The new week has begun, and I don’t have any idea on what the first step I should take, so I had come here to ask for help. I stared at the door again, the back of my neck perspiring greatly. I formed a fist, and raised it up. I took in a deep breath.

“You can do this. You can do this,” I say to myself.

My fist hadn’t reached the door, when the door swung open.

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