#Chapter74

I walked down the hall, taking in the beauty of the decor. A red carpet led the way. The thickened walls helping me stay on track. I slowly walked as I admired the pictures hanging from the wall. None of these pictures were photographs, all seemed to be hand painted work. Family portraits to paintings of nature's beauty.

I came to a door. Old brown wooden oak. Looked to be built with strength behind it. I raised my hand to knock. However, it felt as though something was stopping me from knocking.

Guilt?

Fear?

Panic?

Unwillingly, my conscious had forced me to do it. My beating heart pounding simultaneously...