ISRA
I stood in front of the door, I hadn’t got in yet. I was still waiting outside the door and wasn’t prepared to go in yet so faced them.
“How long are you going to stand there!” Mrs Joan barked from the inside, and I fiddled with the door handle and hurried into the house.
She was seated in the living room with her hands folded, and her legs crossed.
Mr. Weather was in the dining area, he held his morning newspaper and was sipping from his coffee, and Stacy was coming down the stairs. Her gaze was hard when she stared at me, and I looked away. I haven’t taken another step from where I stood.
“How does it feel, you b***h?” Stacy spoke and I lifted my gaze at her, trying to understand what she meant.
“How does it feel to be in Kaden’s arms, he carried you out of here didn’t he
