Sally
My heart beat fast against my chest as my new mom punched the number 1-3-6-7 on the door keypad. I watched in silence, my bright eyes wondering who would be on the other side of the cold metal door. Would it be my new father— I mean, my stepfather? Or perhaps my step-sibling?
I swallowed hard, squeezing my chest to calm my racing heart. What's wrong with you, Sally?! Be calm. It's been a long time since I'd had anxiety; why was I freaking out now?
The sound of the keypad echoed through the passageway, making me feel like we were doing something secretive, something forbidden. Before I could blink an eye, the door opened before me revealing the beautiful, tidy sitting room.
"Hm," Mom hummed. "It seems nobody's home. I thought your father said everyone would be home today. Anyway,
