Samuel Park
I was really distressed.
My legs were trembling with anxiety as soon as I stopped my car in front of the building where Catherine lives with her family.
I kept wondering whether I should let her know I was downstairs or just go up and ring her apartment's doorbell, even though I didn't have a good reason for being there at that time of night.
Of course, I could handle her anger, imagining that, given the hour, she and her family might be sleeping, so I spent a few minutes thinking whether to go after her or return to my apartment.
However, this doubt didn't last long when I looked at the gift packages in my hands. I really wanted to see the children awake and personally deliver the toys I bought for all of them, and on impulse, I found myself getting out of my car and ente
