47. The Only One

My heart was beating erratically as I stared at the huge mansion before me. The packhouse had a little bit of change. Both exterior and interior were renovated. Despite the changes, I still feel nostalgic.

The kitchen was hectic as usual, especially as it was nearing lunch. I could hear Rose's commanding voice as I stole a glance just outside the kitchen.

I wanted to run inside and hug the old woman who was like a grandmother to me. I didn't want to cause an uproar so I just stared outside like a creep with a cap that hoped to hide my face. I was glad that no one recognized me. Everyone was always busy with their work and training.

I then proceed upstairs. I still remember the way. The memory of it was still etched in my brain. As I neared the door to the office, my heart was hammering in my chest.

I blocked everything negative in my mind that was trying to make me have second thoughts. I tried to focus solely on my purpose.

I inhale a lungful of air and exhale it before I knock on