Some people seem to be annoyed by the slow pace of this story. This is how it's written and how it's meant to be. It is a journey, and a journey takes time.
Thanks for all the support, your thoughts never fail to make me smile!
26.
The nerves have come back full force by the time we're close to my house. The GPS has helped a lot, I doubt we would've been able to find it without me remembering where the hell we're going.
Apparently I live in an apartment building, according to the map it's on the 8th floor out of a total of 10 floors.
That sure as hell is too far up to take the stairs.
I can't see me going up the stairs there with bags of groceries, so there must be an elevator somewhere. We find it hidden in a corner.
Bet I had trouble finding that the first time too.
While we are waiting for the elevator to come down, I shiver. Of course, Edward picks up on it.
"Are you okay?"
I nod. "Yeah, I'm okay."
Then the elevator dings.