MYKEL
I've never had the opportunity to visit Victor's home in the past. While I'm well aware of his residence, I've refrained from stopping by because I've been absolutely certain that I'm not exactly the most welcome guest. However, today marks a departure from my usual reservations, as the reason for my pulling into his driveway transcends any lingering disputes between us.
After pulling up in front of his house, I step out of my car and proceed to ring the doorbell. It's a test of patience, and I'm prepared for a long wait if need be. An hour passes, and I find myself still stationed outside his door, stubbornly and persistently pressing the doorbell. The presence of his cherished car parked nearby convinces me that he's at home.
Just as I contemplate pushing that doorbell once more
