The door made a slight creak as it opened, and Hadassah found her earlier courage faltering. As they ascended up the stairs hand in hand, her heart began to race.
What was she doing?
Is it too late to turn back?
She wondered.
She looked up at Aamon but could not read his expression as he kept his gaze straight ahead.
When they got to the top of the stairs, he stopped, gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and turned to her.
“You don't have to do this, you know. I can sense you're unsure. Just say the word and I'll have you back home in a second.”
She shook her head frantically. “I want to do this, I will do this! I'm just a little nervous, that's all.” She assured, exhaling sharply.
“Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured or…”
“All this talking is making me feel pressured int
