SAMANTHA POV
"Well, Angelica, I think we might have to leave the house. Mommy is officially out of food," I sigh as I close the fridge I have opened at least a hundred times today.
The basic supplies I had the cleaning ladies bring didn't last me long.
I slowly make my way towards my bedroom, already dreading my first solo trip to town. As I go past the front door to get to the stairs, the doorbell chimes, and fear instantly fills me.
My body immediately freezes, and my heart begins to pound. I even slow my breathing to try to keep whoever it is from hearing me.
"Hello, I am looking for the granddaughter of Hazel Layne. My name is Marcie...My mom was an old friend of Hazel's," a woman's voice calls from the other side of my front door.
My body's frozen state slowly defrosts, and I take a deep breath. My heart rate declines a little, and something within me says I shouldn't be afraid. I know I can't live in fear forever, and being fearful of every living, breathing per
