Emotional Stroll

Anne

I stood in front of his door again, fidgeting. I’d knocked twice and was going to knock a third time when he answered.

“Hello,” I greeted in what I would call a normal voice.

“Hello, Marie,” he responded in a voice that sounded displeased to see me. “Andrew is not home,” he added

“Ye…ah,” I stuttered. “I’m not here for him. I came to see you,” I said, slightly wincing as I waited for a reply.

He stared at me for a while before clearing his throat and responding. “Alright. Come on in.”

“No. Why don’t we take a stroll down the street?” I proposed, still wincing. I don’t know why I was expecting him to say no to me and whatever I had to say, then bang the door in my face.

I guess it was how he left in the morning. I feel he wasn’t pleased with something Andrew and I must have said or done. I dared not let this fester because I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that I must have done something to make him leave like that. It would’ve kept me up all night.

He stared at me once m