My dad knows I don’t want to go on this trip, but he also knows that once I commit to something, I see it through. Plus, I’m not particularly in the place financially to be turning down paid writing assignments.
Dad really went out on a limb to get me a coveted assignment on the team’s longest road trip this season. Six cities. Twelve days. Nearly two weeks of having to endure seeing the man who broke my heart.
I finish packing my bag and order an Uber. The plane takes off in an hour from a private airstrip at the airport.
Since I’m not sure what to expect, I’ve packed a variety of options—jeans and sweatshirts, a black suit in case I feel like looking businesslike, and a cocktail dress and tights in case we go to dinner somewhere fancy. Then I grab my gray wool coat and give my apartme
