His shoulders slumped.
He murmured, “Thank you.”
Andrew was standing next to me.
We walked right up to my door.
I opened it.
Cold air rushed inside.
The snow hit my face.
Andrew was standing next to me.
“Are you still afraid?”
“I feel like it’s the same day,” he said.
I nodded. “Me too.”
“Are you still scared?” he asked.
I turned back towards the kitchen.
I’ve exhaled.
“Yes,” I said. “But I’m also determined.”
