HOPE'S POV
The perennially radiant sun vanquished the curtains and permeated into my room through the small cracks. A sudden feeling of urgency sank in as I reminded myself of the crucial day ahead.
Ian parked his car outside my house just minutes after I was ready with my thumb drive in my pocket. I hopped in rapidly like the deuce, yet the car did not start. Instead, he looked over in distress. It is a look I never expected to see from him.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t plan to follow you in, but I am genuinely concerned for you.”
He only cared because his daughter had a personality like mine. Perhaps he was apprehensive for me, but the moment I stride into that basement that Ian had been apprising me about, I hold the risk of never returning. Nothing matters then.
I do
