The pain in my chest doesn't lessen as I breathe in and out, still racing down the sidewalk. But I can see the towering building getting closer and closer with each step. I don't know if I should turn around or continue forward, instead, I just slow down.
I stop in front of the steps, one tentative foot on the stone step. I lift my head and look at it, the gigantic doors reach towards the darkening sky and I still am stuck thinking. But I came all this way and I have to do this. It's right. It's what needs to happen, no matter how I feel or what it will do to everyone. I have a choice, but the one I need to make will unfortunately hurt the most.
Going up the stairs, I take several breaths before opening the door. Clarence is already sitting next to the entrance on an old leather ottoma
