I walked alongside Mikey to Mr. Lindholm's room with my mind racing in all directions. Every step felt heavy as doubts and fears jostled for space in my head. I kept asking myself, What am I doing? What do I hope to achieve by bringing him into this? Would Mr. Lindholm ever understand my reasons, or would he see me as foolish for mixing personal pain with business? The risk of involving him in my personal problems weighed on me like an anchor.
We reached the door, and I paused, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. "Mikey, can you knock?" I asked, my voice a mix of uncertainty and a desperate need for someone else to do the honors. I looked at Mikey, hoping his calm presence would soothe the turmoil inside me.
