Samantha's decision to visit her aunt marked another turning point in her life. It has been a very long time she last saw her. She had reached a moment of courage and resolve and was ready to confront the past and seek the connection she had been deprived of for years. "Nobody can stop me again." She said to herself with a smile on her face.Two days after she had called her Aunt, she decided to go see her. Clutching her baby tightly to her chest, she approached her aunt's home, while her heart was still pounding with anticipation and fear.Her aunt lived in a modest house with a well-tended garden, and as Samantha knocked on the door, she couldn't help but feel a mix of hope, fear, and the longing to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long.The door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman with kind eyes and a shock of silver hair. She looked at Samantha, a puzzled expression momentarily clouding her face. Samantha bore a striking resemblance to her mother who had left he

The sun had gone low in the sky when Alexander arrived Samantha's Aunt place. He bowed his head and rested it on the steering wheel. He appears to those who past him that he was muttering some words. After some minutes of staying in his car, he came out and walked towards Samantha's Aunt's house. He took a moment to gather himself before knocking on the weathered door. The door creaked open, revealing Samantha's Aunt, a familiar face."Alexander! You? What brings you here today?" Samantha's Aunt asked him with a warm smile, though curiosity was in her eyes.Alexander returned the greeting, trying to hide the urgency that had driven him to her doorstep. "I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd drop by to catch up. How have you been?"Samantha's Aunt invited him in, leading him to her modest sitting area. The room was adorned with memories of photographs that captured moments that seemed frozen in time. Alexander's eyes looked through the room as though that was his first time, ca

"we'll talk when I get home" continued to ring in Elizabeth's mind and this made her to think about the best approach to her husband when he returns. The spacious bedroom, surrounded with furnishings and works of art, served as the stage for Elizabeth's rehearsal. The mirrored wardrobe reflected her image that reflected both rhe determination and trepidation within her. As the hands of the clock travelled around the clock, she stood poised before the looking glass, rehearsing the words that she would begin with when he arrives. "It has to calm him down or even melt his heart." She told herself.Elizabeth's reflection bore witness to the internal conflict that played out in her thoughts. She rehearsed over the choice of words that will make it a possibility when he returns, each word of her apology laced with a uniqueness that resonated with the sincerity of her intent.In the quietness of the bedroom, Elizabeth began to verbalize the sentiments that had lingered unspoken in the reces

The echoes of Samantha's Aunt closing the door travelled through the atmosphere of the quiet morning, leaving Elizabeth in a state of desperation and frustration. In tears, she rushed after her, knocking on the door as if each knock echoed the beat of her regretful heart."Aunt Mary, please!" Elizabeth pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I know I've made mistakes and I have offended you. I know that what I did to you is unforgivable but I beg you to hear me out. I can't bear the thought of not having a chance to make things right."Alexander, standing beside his frustrated wife, felt a pang of sympathy. He could see the genuine pain on Elizabeth's face, the weight of their actions bearing down on her. Despite the complexities of their relationships, witnessing his wife in such a state stirred a mix of emotions within him."Aunt Mary" Elizabeth continued, her pleas becoming more desperate, "I understand if you hate me, but please, consider Samantha and the baby. We want to be

The sun had barely come out if it's hiding when Elizabeth started putting pressure on Alexander that morning. The decision to visit Aunt Mary, motivated by a mixture of genuine concern and an underlying need for resolution, had become another idea fraught with uncertainty."Alexander, we need to see Aunt Mary. I have a feeling that Samantha's living with her, and we need to make amends," Elizabeth implored, her eyes reflecting a plea for understanding.Alexander, however, hesitated. The pains of past mistakes and the fragile peace they had built in Samantha's absence weighed heavily on his mind. "Elizabeth, I'm not sure Samantha lives with her, but even if your instincts say so, then I think we should give her some space. We can't force our way into her life. It's clear she's not ready for this. Didn't you see her reaction the other day?""But Alexander," Elizabeth persisted, "we can't just stand by and watch. What if she needs help? What if Samantha needs something? Besides, I'm not