I wonder about the kids and how they’re all grown up and probably wreaking hell, getting their licenses and breaking rules.
Quinn annoyed the crap out of me when she was little, but she always stood by my side, literally, making me feel like one of their own in a group of people that weren’t really my family.
Why did I leave home again? I suddenly struggle to remember my reasons, because right now, it feels like what I gave up is a hell of a lot more than what I ran away from.
“Sir?”
My eyelids flutter, and I take in a breath, coming back to the conversation. “Sorry. Nothing. Never mind,” I say quickly, dismissing her. “Thank you, Tahra.”
“Good night, sir.”
I drop my eyes, remaining silent. I’m not sure how to answer that, but it’s a good question.
Can I go home? Of course. Anytime I want.
So why wasn’t I budging?
I inhale a long breath, feeling the welcome heat suddenly hit my cold fingers as I stare northwest.
“Someday,” I whisper.
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