GILDA'S POV
I stepped my feet into the place. It has not changed; it was still the same. Nothing had changed about it.
It gave me the same feeling that I was trying so hard to let go of, to forget, so I could be happy.
I stood there, so scared, the fear had returned. The fear of being called stupid, being reminded that I was not good enough.
Vera said her mother was not feeling too well, and I needed to find my way here. I stood there, wondering if I truly cared for the woman or if I was there to raise feelings I should have buried.
I took some steps towards the house. I got in front of the door and just could not believe that I had made my way there.
Flashes of what happened to me the last time came to my head, and I staggered backwards and forwards. I tried to stay still so I
