~Lanre
I stormed into the house, my chest tight with anger, my heart racing from the storm of emotions I couldn’t shake off. I didn’t bother to take off my shoes or acknowledge my surroundings. All I wanted was to escape, to shut myself away from everything and everyone.
As I made my way toward the stairs, the living room door opened, and Joanna stepped out. Her soft voice greeted me, “Welcome home, dear.”
I barely glanced at her, muttering something that could hardly be called a response. I stomped up the stairs, each step heavy with frustration, and slammed my bedroom door shut behind me. The sound echoed, filling the silence I desperately needed.
Leaning against the door, I exhaled shakily, trying to catch my breath. My thoughts swirled in chaotic loops, the events of the day
