CHLOE’S POV
It had been a week since I left my life in L.A.
Now here I was standing in front of the house where I was raised, holding my large suitcase and a duffel bag that contained everything I owned. Standing in front of that door made my stomach turn as I questioned myself continuously. Was I making the right decision?
I hadn’t seen or spoken to my dad in months, many even longer than that. And I didn’t tell him that I would be coming to visit. More like become his new roommate.
I raised my hand in the air, taking a deep breath in before I knocked.
A few seconds later before I heard the door suddenly open up for me. My father was standing in front of me, his grey hair was messier than I remembered, wearing a wrinkled t-shirt that was hanging off his shoulders, and his reading
