Atticus
Old habits die hard.
It's been a few hours back in this house.
It's midnight. I'm sitting in the kitchen. Staring at the ticking clock. Hoping I can hear footsteps. Walking down the stairs and straight to the kitchen. But all I can hear is silence. Loud silence.
I just want to talk to her. I just want to catch up. I just want to apologise for showing up at her house unannounced. I just want to apologise for Gisele asking her to be her best maid and putting her in that tough position. I know it was awkward and shocking for her. And maybe that's why she didn't look at me the entire time at dinner. Not even once.
I hear footsteps.
My heart stops when she stops at the door.
The air is suddenly so thick with tension that you could cut it with a knife.
“Old habits die hard.” Sh
