A Bitter Reunion

*Dante*

I stood on the front porch of the Mercer residence, my chest tight as I stared at the solid oak door. I drew in a ragged breath, trying to steady my racing pulse. The little red heart she had sent in our group chat just an hour ago was still burned into my brain. Two weeks of agonizing, suffocating radio silence. Two weeks of wondering if she hated us, if she was ever going to look at us