Asena
I don’t knock. I just push the door open and it isn’t locked meaning that they are home.
Laughter greets me the moment I step inside. It's bright, carefree and warm. I was never a part of it.
For a second, I just stand there, my hand still on the door handle, listening to it echo through the house like I don’t belong here anymore.
Maybe I never did.
I close the door behind me quietly and take a step forward.
The maid is the first to see me. She pauses in the hallway, a tray in her hands, and her eyes land on me. For a brief second, there’s recognition. Then her lips curl in a sneer. Not even hidden. Not even subtle. It's like I’m something unpleasant she didn’t expect to see again.
Once, that would have stung. It would have sat heavy in my chest, made me question what I did wr
