Fumbling for Forgiveness

I heard a knock on the door just as I was about to pack the cupcakes I’d set aside for Nora. Wiping my hands on my apron, I crossed the small living room, my bare feet padding softly on the floor.

“Who’s there?” I called cautiously, my hand hesitating on the doorknob. My heart gave a faint thud, a reflex I didn’t want to acknowledge.

“It’s me,” came the muffled reply. The voice was low and familia