Chapter Thirty
Gina rolled over in her bed. The same bed she’d slept in for years. She was surrounded by familiar smells and sounds, yet everything felt alien. Sitting up, she swung her feet to the floor. No. Everything didn’t feel alien. It was her that was alien. She crossed the room, not needing a light to find her way. Silently she made her way through the house to the kitchen. She took leftover apple pie from the fridge and stepped out the back door onto the deck. She perched on the rail as she ate. Behind her she heard her grandfather come outside.
“Did you feel like an alien when you went back home after being here for so many years, Nonno?”
He stopped beside her, his arm going around her shoulders. “No one can go backwards. Only forwards.”
“What if I wasn’t ready to go forward?
