Healing Wounds (Completed)

Chapter 34 (Edited)

“For a lot of people, divorce is an incredibly healthy move to make in their life.” — Adam Scott

Dimmed eyes traced the figures of the outside world as the vehicle veered down the highway. Lines creased Dora’s forehead as she got buried in thoughts.

Her body jerked as the taxi crossed over one of the many potholes on the road.

Her frown deepened as her mind became muddled with thoughts about what could happen when she reached her destination. 

The car lurched to a stop as the traffic light turned red. Just then, her eyes stopped on something.

Her eyes zoomed on the smiling faces of a middle-aged couple that walked out of a shop holding hands. 

She watched a look of affection cross their faces when they looked at each other. Her eyes followed them until they disappeared from sight. A sigh of envy escaped her lips. 

That was the life she wanted. A sense of nostalgia rose in her chest as she reminisced about the dreams she had for her married life.

She wanted a loving husband and a doting father for her children. Her throat clogged up as her present situation glared at her. 

“Are you okay, ma’am?” A voice broke through the fog.

“Pardon?” Her eyes drifted from the window to the face of the taxi driver.

“You are crying!” A frown appeared on his face. 

“Oh?” She blinked and touched her cheeks. Wetness seeped onto her palm as she rubbed her cheeks. 

She forced out a smile and whispered, “I am fine. Don’t worry.” 

The taxi driver nodded and turned back to the road. 

Dora returned to her musings but struggled to be alert to her present surrounding.

After a few minutes of driving, the car screeched to a halt.

“We have arrived, ma’am!” The driver announced. 

Dora nodded and pushed the door open. She stepped out and crossed over to the open car window. 

“Thank you!” She smiled and handed him the fare.

He nodded and drove off. Dora sighed and turned to face the two-story cream-colored building. 

She read out the silver-coated words, “Obi and Cole Law Firm.” 

Her skirt whipped at her skin as the wind picked up. The distant clap of thunder sounded in her ears. 

Her shoulders slumped, and her heartbeats increased their tempo. 

She glanced at the sky and heaved a sigh. Dark clouds covered the sky.
A storm was brewing and she would do everything to protect herself from it.

Her heels clicked on the tiles as she climbed up the steps. She exchanged pleasantries with the security officer that swung the door open for her.

A gust of wind from the air conditioner blew on her and caused a chill to wash over her.

Dora followed the direction to the reception stand. 

“Good morning, ma’am!” The beaming face of the young receptionist greeted her. “How may I help you?”

“Good morning! I have an appointment with Mrs. Obi at 10:15 AM,” Dora said with a smile. 

The lady smiled and looked through her laptop for confirmation. “Please take the elevator to the next level and when you get there, turn right. The first door is Mrs. Obi’s.”