CHAPTER 62
Justin and I are on the road now, finally heading out of Orchard Grove. Once we left my mom’s, things felt a little more comfortable. It’s something I’ve always liked about car trips. You don’t need to make any awkward decisions about whether to make eye contact and for how long. We simply stare at the road ahead of us. The rhythm of the windshield wipers has a hypnotic effect, and I feel ready for this next chapter in my life.
Of course I do.
There’s no reason I shouldn’t go with Justin to Seattle. Even if we have no future between us, I’ll have far more opportunities out there. And if I do have another crash, I may as well do it in a major city. Even that two-week inpatient program I finally checked myself into in Spokane wasn’t fully equipped to handle my particular concoc
