My Feelings

Danica POV

I slowly crept my way up the dark stairs, and down the restored hallway to Ricks room. Sweat covered my hands as I thought of all the things that could go wrong if opened this door and he was laying there waiting to meet his intruder.

My mind became riddled with memories. I looped the hallway twice, struggling between leaving the house and opening that door. Finally, I came face to face with the bedroom door that used to belong to my grandfather. And now belongs to my father.

I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open at the slowest pace my hand could muster. My eyes squinted at the small rust screech.

I peeked through the small open space to see a very vacant, perfectly made bed. My head swiveled around the room as I pushed the door wider.

It was empty. The room was neat and clear of sign that someone lived here. I expected to see Ricks clothes thrown across the furniture. And unmade bed with beer cans scattered throughout the sheets. But I found nothing.

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