the sound of the doorbell galvanizes him to stand, treading the short distance of the living room to the door. hesitating briefly in opening the door, hand hovering over the knob. although an unusual practice, the threat of harm is still fresh, and unable to eliminate. they could be coming. looking through the thin glass slits present in the door, attempting to ascertain the identity of their visitor. attempting to appease his mind. when he does open the door, it’s to a brunette girl he can now identity as willa. his entire form seems to breathe a sigh of relief. “ hey .” pursued lips attempt a smile, although it appears more fixed than genuine. “ - holden’s out right now. mom’s seeing whether she can track down another car. “ @comagrled
