I found myself standing outside the apartment, my hand hovering over the doorknob, for what felt like an eternity. The weight of the situation seemed to press down on me, making it difficult to take the next step. I’ve been through situations far worse than this. However, the uneasiness was something else. It got me frozen and hesitating.
The neighbors were starting to cast curious and suspicious glances in my direction as if I were some kind of thug trying to trespass in the building. I can't blame them though. I was a thug before. A fearless one to boot. I must still be emitting that kind of vibe.
My arms were getting tired from repeatedly stretching out to knock on the door and then chickening out. I had rehearsed in my head what I should answer them several times, but now that I was
