Chapter Twenty-Seven
It takes a few days before I’m ready to grovel. I have unfinished business at home that needs to be addressed first. It’s weird pulling back onto the long drive that leads up to our estate. I have zero attachment to the place I grew up, no love for the ripening vines or the gently rolling hills. I don’t think I ever have, but it took falling in love to figure it out. I still don’t know where home is, but that decision is no longer up to just me.
I skid to a stop, because, why the hell not? I grab the briefcase full of spreadsheets from the passenger seat and step into the late August heat. It’s blazing hot for nine a.m., and I fleetingly wonder if we’re in danger of more fires this fall. We were lucky last year, but with the heat and ongoing drought, anything is poss
