Soulbama: Beginnings- Part 8

Barack continued to make his way through the unkempt house, passing through the living room, and into a hallway littered with doors. Two on his left, one on his right, and one at the end of the hallway. Since he had yet to see any signs of actual life, Barack began to wonder if anyone was home at all. But he still had four more rooms to check, and hopefully whoever he found was taking a Sunday evening nap. He slowly crept down the hallway, making his way to the first door on his left. He slowly opened it, and found that it contained something of a “guest room”. That being said, the dilapidated nature of pretty much everything in the room led Barack to the assumption that this room hadn’t seen a guest in a long time. He continued. On his right, he found the house’s bathroom, which was surprisingly clean given the condition of the rest of the home. He pressed on, and made his way to the second door on the left. But something felt off. Barack’s heart rate picked up as his hand reached for the door handle. It rested there for a moment as deep down he realized something. Nothing would be the same after this. What if Michelle found out? No, there was no time for these thoughts. He shook his head to banish them, and turned the handle, pushing the door open. The room was mostly empty, save for a crib in the middle of the room. And in the crib sat a child.