I try to stay in my room…I really do try.
I sit on the bed, then lie down, then sit back up again. I pick up my phone, scroll, drop it. Walk to the window. Come back, pace….nothing works because every time my mind slows down for even a second…..He's in the cellar, like Aaron is just… stored away somewhere.
My chest tightens and I don't even realize when I've left my room by the time I do, I'm already halfway down the hallway that leads to the back of the house. The quieter side, the one people don't wander into unless they have a reason.
My steps slow when I reach the door of th cellar but something about it makes my stomach turn.
I rest my hand on the handle, hesitate then push it open.
The air changes immediately to something Cooler.
There's a faint smell…..metallic, damp, something stale that clings to the back of my throat.
I swallow.
A guard stands just inside. He straightens the moment he sees me, clearly not expecting me here.
"Ma'am."
