Chapter 202 Old Faces

• The drive to the location Linda had provided was filled with anticipation and anxiety. I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible strength and resilience Linda had shown by agreeing to share her painful story with me. It was a testament to her courage and her desire to heal and find closure.
• As we pulled up to the address, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. My interactions with Linda had already revealed the depth of her suffering, and I knew that there was more to her story that she had yet to share.
• Timothy and I found ourselves outside Linda's door, and I reached to knock lightly on its peeling surface. A long minute passed, and Timothy looked at me, still hesitant about the whole thing. He didn’t get to voice his concerns too soon, because the door creaked open and a head of messy, blonde hair peeked out. I couldn't help but notice the disarray behind her. The whole place was out of order, with papers and personal items strewn about. It was a stark contrast to the well-kept woman that I’d seen previously, who wouldn’t even let a hair out of place unless it was purposeful.