Trudging up the three flights of stairs I finally make it up to the front of Heather’s door. I knock on the door, nobody opens the door and I stand there thinking of what to do. On one hand I can break down the door and go inside and check on her, her phone line is probably cut off that can be the reason that she hasn’t been picking up my calls while I can call the landlord to come with the spare keys to her door to help me unlock it but on the other other she might be in there needing help or assistance. I make a quick decision and barge into the door.
It does not come to me as a complete surprise that the door gives out under my rather petite frame. I am a bit out of breathe though but that door came off clean. I look at the dead wood at my feet and I shake m
