Einar
I stood at the front porch, my hand on the screen door’s handle. A part of me wanted to just turn back and find elsewhere to sleep, the other part of me wanted throw caution to the wind, break apart the board at the front door and just get it over and done with. Guilt was such a powerful emotion, I figured as I took heavy breaths, pumping myself up. It was not like I would meet my father on the other side, or maybe that was the issue. The fact that my father wouldn't be on the otherwise. In the end, I had no choice, I had to face my guilt , I just hoped it wasn't ugly or scary. I opened the screen door and tried to pry the wood blocking the main door. It was sturdier than it looked, hopefully the inside was also in good condition. I added more strength on the corner that had started
