As if Cash could feel my anxiety, he grabbed a hold of my hand, giving it a squeeze to let me know he was here with me. Like always, Cash’s touch somehow soothed me, taking the edge off my anxiety just enough, giving me the strength to move forward.
With my eyes on the front door, I resumed my ascent up the steps, this time not paying attention to the creaking sound that was coming from beneath my feet, as I held on tightly to Cash’s hand. The main front door was open, as the screen door was shut, giving me a clear line of view into the living room.
My eyes inadvertently moved to the recliner chair that my grandmother always sat on, but unfortunately it remained empty. Instantly, I began to wonder where the hell she could be, because she was always sitting in that chair, especially at
