Chapter 4
by 
Katnaace
What happens next?
A person at the door
A knock to the door was what awaited the mother.
"Please..." she whispered and made a beeline towards the door. Was she perhaps putting too much faith into an unknown power to decide who would be at the door? Possibly.
Better yet, did this unknown deity really care in the grand scheme of things? Maybe. Possibly that was why she was making her way towards the door.
"It can't be."
Delia took a deep breath, letting a hand grab hold of the doorknob. This was it. Whatever awaited behind the door, she was just going to have to accept it.
"Ash?"
