I stood outside my building and looked up apprehensively. It was sunset now, and the light didn’t bother me as much. In fact, as night approached, I felt stronger with each passing hour.
I bounded up the five-story walkup with lightning speed, surprising myself. I took the steps three at a time, and my legs weren’t even tired. I couldn’t fathom what was happening to my body. Whatever it was, I loved it.
My good mood dimmed as I approached the apartment door. My heart began to pound, as I wondered if my mom would be home. How would she react?
But as I reached for the doorknob, I was surprised to see that the door was already open, slightly ajar. My foreboding increased. Why would it be open?
I walked tentatively into the apartment, the wood creaking beneath my feet. I slowly stepped thr
