Paul groaned when he heard the doorbell ring, he slept in his apartment the night before because he just could not face his mother. He was totally sure she was the one at his door. She hated it when he stayed in his apartment, her last son should always be close to her she would always say.
He wasn't ready to see her outside. As he walked to the door and checked the video cam, he saw Katherine.
"Katherine?" He asked in surprise as he opened the door.
She walked past him and started to pace his living room, one hand on her waist and the other under her chin. She appeared disheveled and disturbed as if she was in deep thought.
Paul shut the door slowly, as if cautious of startling the woman before him. "Katherine? Are you okay?"
