The moment Fiona arrived home, a wave of anxiety washed over her. She stood on the front porch, keys trembling in her hand as she couldn't help feeling nervous about facing her mother.
The familiar creak of the wooden steps and the soft, welcoming light seeping through the curtains of her studio apartment, should have brought comfort, but today, they only intensified her dread.
Her mother was inside, probably pacing the living room, the way she always did when something weighed heavily on her mind as she knew Diana must be worried sick about her now.
Taking a deep breath, Fiona steadied herself. "I have to do this," she whispered to herself, summoning the courage to face the music she had started.
She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and vanilla, the comforting aromas of home. But today, it felt suffocating.
