Reynold’s P.O.V

I hear crawling footsteps approaching the door. I suspect quite well that she knows why I am at her doorpost this early. I tried as much as I could to maintain my composure and not yell or shout out her name as I used to.

Patience Reys, I mutter inwardly forcing my desperate nerves to relax.

“Who’s there?” She mutters in a tiny voice.

Saying nothing back to her, I stand still keeping mute.

She peeks through the pinhole in her door from inside and I could see her ...