I stood in front of Sarah’s house, swallowing hard as she unlocked the door. Call it PTSD, but I half expected her to burst out yelling and demanding my head.The door opened, and I found myself holding my breath, waiting for what was to come, even though I had no idea. However, I was met with silence.There were no footsteps of children running to meet their mother, no kids playing about, or even crying. My lips twisted slightly, but I made no comment.Sarah must have noticed my inhibition because her smile widened, quite suspiciously if I may add, and she held open the door for me. “Please, come in.” She said, and I gave her a small smile, my cheeks reddening when I realized she had caught my hesitation. I did as was told, following her inside, yet I was guarded, poised to flee if it turned sideways.“Please sit.” She gestured to the cream sofa, and I nodded, moving towards it and lowering myself onto it. “I will get the pie and maybe wine. Is that alright or do you need something
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