I step inside the house with a nagging sense nostalgia and uncertainty. But somewhere on the road today I let an inconspicuous dam of resistance break. A wall that was blocking all my instincts of excitement because I was terrified of what might await in disguise beyond that. So I let myself be animated and happily nervous for tomorrow. I vaguely recall his eyes with a smile, his dainty voice and eccentric accent, that sweet smell of vanilla and lavendar and fresh skin. And before I know it, I've done all the laundry, tidied up the rooms and made dinner early.
I next sit on my bed and take a refining breath before doing something I have been avoiding for a while now.
"Elieen Diaz! I have been calling you non-stop for a week and you think now is the time to call back?" Her sharp pitched v
