My Dad's Friend: 44

Unhurriedly, my hand lifted to knock on the door but again, it got hung in the air. Instantly, my hand plunged at my side and a hefty sigh left my mouth. Was I going to do it? Of course, I was, it was why I came here in the first place.

Would he exonerate me? 

Sadly, my head dropped drastically, my feet suddenly coming off more intriguing than my life at the moment. I bit my bottom lips when I felt them start to wobble again. Oh God, what was awry with me, why was I getting so volatile?

I sighed again, my hand went up to knock but the door suddenly opened and my breath fixed, my heart ceased for a second and my hand was caught in the air.

There he was, the man that had given me wakeful nights, looking so...so...troubled?

His broad form seemed flimsy, even though he was wearing glasses, I could see the sourness in his eyes, the bags that were so apparent, his face was worn ou