Fifty Nine

May’s POV

The old taxi creaked to a stop in front of a house that until a few weeks ago, was mine too, and I sighed with a shake of my head. So many things had happened in the last few weeks I had been last here for, when I still lived here and this place was mine as well.

I handed the money I was holding to the cab driver, a kind old man who had asked me if I was all right when I entered the backseat with a warm smile at me, and told him to keep the change. I just wanted to do something nice for him as well, for the care he had shown me since I got behind his cab.

“Thank you!” he said and I shook my head, gesturing with my hand that it was nothing. It was nothing anyway, it wasn't as if I bought the man a house or something. I didn't even own one, so… I trailed off my thought to think about something else.

Pushing the door open, I stepped out into the familiar compound, yet now distant world of what used to be my home.

This was my house, my abode, my home for those two years a