His call ended too soon before I could answer it. I went to my email and phone messages to check if Dominic had dropped a message, but there was nothing.
The knocks came again. I took a deep breath bracing myself for whatever could happen if I found out he was the one at my door.
I walked slowly toward the door, every step cautious.
If it was Dominic, I wasn't ready.
If it wasn't Dominic, I was also not ready.
I unlocked it and pulled it open a few
inches.
A woman stood there. She looked like she was in her mid 50s. She wore an expensive wig and had a worn-out expression.
Two bulky travel bags at her feet and eyes that looked like they'd cried recently.
She didn't even give me time to react.
"Finally," she said, brushing past me like she lived here. "You kept me knocking like a stranger."
I froze.
Who…
Who was this woman?
And why did she act like she owned this place?
