My fingers don't stop trembling as I grip the handle and turn it. With everything in me, I pray I am not attacked because I may end up throwing a kick before shutting back the door.

When I open my eyes slightly, I spot Bree standing there.

She's smiling and has a little frown on her face, maybe because of my fearful action.

I return the smile in an awkward manner, masking it up with genuine surprise. “Bree. What are you doing here? Want to give advice again?” I chuckle. ...