“I don’t like what’s behind door number one,” I say in a mere whisper as it suddenly feels very wrong being down here.
We continue walking until the tunnel opens up and we’re faced with two pathways. When I see the claw marks continue to the right, I gesture with my head to the left.
Bowie nods as I need time to prepare for whatever faces us on the right.
We take the tunnel to the left and I notice it’s not as cold this way. It’s probably my imagination playing tricks on me. I’ve never done anything like this before. Having Misha when I was so young meant I couldn’t do all the stuff teenagers my age did.
When my peers were out causing trouble, I was scrambling for money to feed my son. I don’t regret it, but doing something like this does feel a little fun.
And when I see a ladder up
