Healing Wounds (Completed)

Chapter 35 (Edited)

To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that's everything. - T. Tolis

The lock turned and the door locked.

Tara walked to the end of the veranda and stood in front of a blue patio chair. The keys made a thumping sound as she hid the key beneath the leg of the chair.

She rose to her full height, and her mother's face suddenly flashed through her mind.

Anxiety rose in her chest as her thoughts drifted to her mother.

Worry washed through her as she thought about her mother's weird behavior in recent times.

She had become evasive and skittish. Even with Tara's questioning, she jumped in fright at every sound. And she spoke less.

Her mother was hiding something, and she wondered what it was.

As she climbed down the steps, she said a quick prayer asking God to take care of her mother.

She pulled the taxi door open and stepped in; she exchanged pleasantries with the driver.

The car engine vibrated to life, and the car zoomed out of the gate.

The wind blew on Tara's face from the open window. Her eyes followed the shapes of houses, trees, and people that they sped past. A smile split on her face as a coolness washed over her.

The shadows of the outside world blended into each other. Her mind flew to her mission of the day.

She was taking the last step to have healed wounds.

She was taking a leap to set things right.

"Excuse me, ma'am!" A voice jolted her out of her thoughts.

"Yes?" Her eyes drifted to the driver's face.

"We will soon arrive at the estate gate," he announced and turned back to face the road.

"Okay; thank you!" She shifted in her seat and her eyes drifted back to the window.

"Please stop the car!" She suddenly proclaimed a few minutes later.

Her body lurched forward as the car screeched to a halt.

"What happened, ma'am?" The driver turned to face her with furrowed brows.

"Thank you; I will take it from here," she declared and picked up her bag.

"Let me take you to the estate. It would be a long walk from the gate to your final destination," he asserted as his frown deepened.

Tara shook her head. "No! It's okay; don't worry." She dug out her purse and brought out some money and handed it to him. "Thank you!" She pushed the door open and stepped out.

The slamming sound of the door rang in her ears as she whirled around.

Her trek to her destination began.

She halted at the estate gate and waited as they did the normal security check. A slight smile formed on her face as the pedestrian gate opened for her.

She sauntered through and continued her journey. Her eyes remained focused on the road. She drained out the noises of the activities going on around.

Her shoes made crunching sounds on the concrete floor of the sidewalk. She turned right onto a street and marched on.

She pondered on the words she will say, and what she will do to set things right.

Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through her feet, and her feet throbbed. Sweat broke out on her face.