It was good to see that home never changed, even if she felt like she had every time she returned. Allison drove to the local Walmart and wandered through, getting the things her mother had asked for. It was just a ploy for time really as Allison was scared of what she was planning to go do.

An hour and 50 dollars spent at Walmart later, Allison slowed her car outside of the Michaels house. His car was there. After a moment of panic Allison steeled herself and got out, walking across the grass in her designer pumps. She gave a light rap on the door and then another just to hear the distinct yapping of Pixie. The little dog came instantly to the door, it tail starting to wag as it recognized the person standing on the other side. And then there he was.

Allison took her sunglasses off at a near painstaking pace. He looked good, but then again wouldn’t he always to her? She said nothing, just looked down at her hands waiting for him to open the door as the dog continued going crazy. Why was she here? Why?