Just keep walking, she thought, don’t stop. Just keep walking. Don’t turn around; don’t draw attention to yourself. She knew they were watching her but she didn’t want them to know she knew. Keep breathing, nice and even, nice and steady. In, out. In, out. She repeated the mantra over again in her head until she reached her destination. A red door on the left stood out from the usual white ones. This is it; he lives here.
She walked slowly up the stairs to the door, she knew it would be locked but they had given her a key. Coming to her house that night, telling her they knew who she was and what she had done. She couldn’t believe they knew. The agency told her no-one would ever find out.
Focusing on the number beside the door, she knocked. The key just made her nervous, more nervous. A young man answered the door, he was handsome; tall, dark hair with beautiful blue eyes. Just like the photo. She told him who has sent her; he looked a little shocked but let her in. He led her into a beautiful kitchen; white tiles and marble surfaces, then turned around to look at her.
She could back out but how would she explain it. She had to do it. She took a deep breath and reached inside the folds of her long black coat. She pulled out a photo of her holding a baby. “Michael, your parents never lied, they wanted me to tell you face to face. I’m your mother.”
