C25 SHE

My eyes remain on the door handle, and once again, I try rattling it, it stayed the way it was, locked. I choke back how I felt, reminding myself over and over of my place in the house, a temporary guest, nothing more, he had a life to live that he didn’t concern me.

“Rachel?” He called out from the other side, startling me, he sounded so close, like he was pressed against the door