After walking away from the Noah Family, Webster felt completely disoriented. When awareness finally returned, he realized he was standing in the run-down neighborhood where Sallie used to live.
Whenever trouble weighed him down, he'd always find himself drawn back to Sallie. He'd assumed he'd broken this pattern by now.
Webster's throat tightened with sudden emotion. He quickened his steps, rushing toward that cramped, dingy apartment tucked beneath the staircase.
At the base of the stairs, Webster drew in several steadying breaths, mentally preparing his words before finally working up the nerve to rap on the door.
Knock, knock, knock. Each strike sent his nerves spiraling higher.
Yet the longer he persisted, the more his tension gradually dissolved until it vanished entirely.
Webster understood Sallie didn't want to face him, but he'd finally grasped his errors, and he was prepared to set things straight.
