Succour

Chapter 57

Liz, April 18

It’s 5 AM. Too early to expect him to be awake, but here I am, standing on his doorstep anyway. The cold bites through my jacket, and I hope the cab driver actually knew where he was going. I knock once. No answer.

I knock again, harder this time. I have come this far, dammit. You will be home.

I shift my weight from foot to foot, gripping the handle of the small black suitcase I’ve brought. The early morning air is still, almost expectant, and my stomach tightens—not from the cold, but from the uncertainty waiting behind the door.

I take a deep breath. No more hesitating. I decided to be here. And if he’s awake, or if he isn’t, I will see this through.