I wasn’t usually afraid of dogs, but I was already so anxious that it took very little to set me off. I brought a trembling finger up and pushed.Ī loud bark ripped through the air, and I nearly jumped out of my shoes, my heart pounding in my chest. I hadn’t noticed a buzzer, but I searched the wall by the doorframe anyway. “The buzzer?” I asked, but he had already gone into his own apartment. “Try the buzzer,” a man said from down the hall. I checked my hand where I’d scribbled the address in red pen, but it had rubbed off from my sweat. I leaned my ear against the door and listened. Nearly a minute went by and no one answered.
I pulled my bag higher on my shoulder and knocked. It was plain and ordinary, but something about it felt ominous. I turned back to the door in front of me. It was obvious they were in love.įunny how I was seeing romance everywhere. Even from behind, they were beautiful to look at. Her blonde hair was tied up in a perfect bun. The man, dressed in a nice suit, held his hand to the small of the woman’s back. I looked over and saw a couple walking in the opposite direction. To the other side of me, the elevator opened. Must have been left over from someone’s romantic gesture. Rose petals were strewn across the floor in front of the threshold a few doors down. Though the building was nice and in a good part of town, the carpet was old and threadbare.
Gold-framed abstract art lined the walls. I took several-in, out, in, out-and examined my surroundings.
But here I was-my heart pounding and hands sweating, debating the pros and cons of raising my fist to the wood and knocking. Actually, I couldn’t remember deciding to come this far. Whether or not I wanted to go any further, I hadn’t decided. I took a deep breath and stared at the door of apartment three-twelve.
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