ERIK
"We will call you as soon as we get there," my mother repeats for the seventh time now as I help my father load their luggage in the cab.
I know how worried she is about me, and I'm worried about them too. But at least I'll be able to breathe a little once I know they are somewhere safe. My mother continues to talk about how I should follow them to Florida once everything is settled here, and I see my father roll his eyes and shake his head.
"Anyway, as I was saying," my mother says, oblivious to my father's subtle sarcasm, "I will tell your Aunt Judy to prepare the other guest room for when you arrive."
"Mom," I say as I gently grab her by the shoulder, "I'm not going to Florida."
"Oh, finally!" My father exclaims, and mother glares at him.
"What do you mean you're not coming t
