For the first time, the person wanted to meet her. And this time, they left a name-J. Her heart pounded as she clutched her chest. Who was J? Did she know anyone with that initial?
She shook her head, trying to dismiss the fear.
Yvonne held her daughter's hand tightly as they climbed into the taxi. She opened the message again, her eyes scanning the words.
What does this person want from her? Why does the person want to meet her? Should she go?
Her mind was spiraling with different thoughts. As they stood in front of the doorstep. Her fingers trembling slightly as she fished the key out of her bag. She inserted the key into the lock, and a soft click was heard. Yvonne paused, her hand resting on the key for a moment longer, as if gathering the courage to proceed.