ERIN
I’m standing on the front porch of my childhood home, and I have so much anxiety that my body is literally shaking. Perhaps this was too much for me, but if I don’t go through with it now, I will never be able to move on. I make my finger hit the doorbell and hear the chime ring inside the house; the sound bringing back childhood memories.
I force myself not to look at the huge evergreen tree in the front yard or the cobwebbed space beneath the front porch, because I am not as strong as I think I am.
Gail opens the door, and for a second, I don’t think she recognizes me. I wouldn’t be offended because I have not seen her in person in a very long time.
A part of me wants to run into her arms and feel her protective hug around me, but I am scared that it won’t be received how I imag
