Charlotte
I stand in front of the door, suddenly timid again. My heart pounds so hard there’re touches of black at the edge of my vision.
Chill out…
Calm down…
*Deep breath*
*Roll neck and shoulders*
My chest loosens and my breath flows a little more easily.
Good to go…
My finger hovers over the brass-button bell, then presses. A Bing-Bong echoes from somewhere beyond.
And almost immediately, there is a hollow rumble of movement, the bang of a door, the rattle of the handle turning.
The door opens.
She’s there.
Her face is pale and tired. Lines radiate from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth is down-turned at the corners. Silver threads through amber hair. But her green eyes - I know them. I see them every day in the mirror.
I start to speak but find I can't. Sucking for saliv
