Linda had just returned home after spending a few days at a hotel while helping Stella settle some of her affairs.
With slow, hesitant steps, she climbed the stairs leading to the entrance of her family home.
The familiar sight of the house should have filled her with warmth, but strangely, a wave of nervousness settled over her as she reached the front door.
She lifted her hand and tapped lightly against it. Her other hand tightened around the handle of her suitcase.
She had been looking forward to seeing her family after being away for so long that she could not help wondering whether they had missed her as much as she had missed them.
She had spent the past a good time thinking about home, imagining the moment she would walk through the door and be greeted by the familiar faces of her parents and brothers.
'Would her mother prepare her favorite dish as a welcome-home gift?'
'Would her brothers have something ridiculous planned for her?'
