~Maeve~
There is a heavy feeling in my heart as I pull my black pantsuit over my black shirt. To say that this week has been draining would be a f*****g understatement. There are some slow weeks, so average ones and then this, the kind that throws you off of your tracks and catches you off guard. Witness to a murder, a breakup and an imminent withdrawal from the gallery project; is there any way life could get worse? Right when I smoothen my wild hair, my doorbell rings, indicating the presence of someone, I know outside the flat. The thing is, I hadn’t been expecting anybody because Noah and I had already discussed meeting at the church. Marching forward, I throw the door open without making use of the security system that my brother insisted I install, only to be met with a familiar lon
