Hasan
I dreaded going back home. The very instant I walked through the doors, the air felt different, in a way I couldn’t quiet describe.
I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and hesitated by the stairs. I knew Tatiana was home, perhaps it was her presence in the house that made the air feel different? I wasn’t quite sure.
When I finally forced my feet to drag me upstairs, I noticed the door to Tatiana’s door creaked open. I stood by the stairs for a beat, just listening for a movement or anything. Nothing came, but I knew she was inside. After everything that happened at school today, the last thing I expected was to come home and find her here.
I walked quietly to toward the door and although it was open, I knocked gently on her door, once the twice. When there was no response, I called out her name.
“Tati,” I said softly, just loud enough to carry through the opening.
There was a pause, then her voice. “Come in.”
I walk through the open door slowly, unsure whether m
