Plan brought Forward

Chapter 57 "Okay let's go," I said because she is correct. My emotions are swirling like unsettled waters right now, recognition sinking in like a stone into dark pools. So we walked back to our house, footsteps matching in tacit sync, and we went straight to our rooms, doors opening then closing like soft punctuation to an unspoken understanding. As I enter my room, Selena and I talk about a lot of words flowing like a released tide as we pour out emotions, some raw like open wounds, some secrets I'd been unable to share with anyone, silence between us thick with understanding. After some hours I heard someone knock on the door a soft rap like a hesitant finger tapping wood. "Who is that enter," I said, voice moderate as the door swung open and a maid walked in, her steps quiet like trained shadows. "What do you want," I asked, tone flat as morning light on stone. "Ma, your grandmother is calling for you in her sitting room in her wings," the maid said, words delivered like a poli