Stomach hurting badly, you take a couple minutes just to breathe and get whatever courage you can up. You start to imagine everything that can go wrong: Sebastian answering the door and screaming at you (or worse, pulling that revolver back out...), Penny being out and having to come back, her wanting to never see you again...
...None of it can stop you. You come out from behind the bush with as much of the anxiety, the fear, this nonsense tucked away as you possibly can. You didn't come here to sit around and be scared. And you are scared, no doubt about it—but it doesn't matter. You're fixing this.
You approach the house, past the mailbox and up to the porch, just trying to keep your breathing as steady as you can. None of it can stop you. You're fixing this.
Tell me when you're ready.