meeting linda
Linda came out a moment later, her face a mask of coldness. She stood on the porch, arms crossed, not making any move to invite me in.
‘What are you doing here?’ she asked bluntly. Her tone was icy, as if my presence was a major inconvenience.
My heart sank at her hostility, but I tried to keep my voice steady. ‘I came to see my grandchildren,’ I replied.