Visitation

As Sarah lay on her couch, watching her favorite show, she heard a knock. She looked at the time. 11:30. It was pitch black outside. She hesitantly moved towards the door, inching slowly so as to not make a single sound. As she looked out the peephole, she saw a face she thought she had seen before. But it couldn't be. She had left that part of her life long back. She had moved on. Or had she? She opened the door. Her heart pounding, her lips dry from nervousness.

'Hello Sarah. This is Chad, our son.'