Chapter 297
- Karen hesitated in front of the door, her hand hovering over the knob. Her breathing was shallow, her chest aching. She was in front of the door to her mother's room.
- It was the first time she’d stood here since her mother’s death. No, not just her death. It had been years since she’d stepped into this room.
- Her fingers tightened around the knob, turning it slowly. The door creaked open, and Karen stepped inside.