I’m not sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved at the relative simplicity of the deed
A woman and her children walk a few steps ahead of me, passing the building on our right.
“Don’t even look at that place!” she says.
They walk on, and I quietly turn into the walkway of that place. My insides are churning with dread, my knuckles quivering as they find their way to the locked door. I see the reflection of a shadow approaching through the tinted glass, and the click-clack of the lock pierces the silence.
Thankfully, my sister is waiting for me. She speaks in hushed tones, tells me to wait quietly until we are called.
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