Chapter 6
RAE KELLER
I knew on instincts to march to my former room, the room I had grew up in as an innocent, happy and loved girl.
So much had changed, in twenty years I was coming back as a broken, miserable ex convict who her family wanted nothing to do with.
I was going to see my daughter, who I hoped to all the heavens was being loved here as well.
When I got to the door, I hesitated, my palms suddenly dry and sweaty at the same time, my heart beating a steady but heavy beat in my chest. I swallowed, hoping to push down my heart with it.
Then I took a breath, knocked, twisted the wooden handle and walked in.
