The hallway felt longer than usual as I walked towards the exit.
Each step echoed with a quiet determination.
Dad’s voice called out, stopping me in my tracks.
“Where are you going?”
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond without inviting another confrontation.
But the urgency of the interview pushed me forward.
“I have to go,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
Silence followed, a tense pause that seemed to stretch on forever.
I turned the doorknob, my mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.
The door creaked open, the light from outside spilling into the dim hallway.
