Michelle
Home was basically where the heart was, or at least that’s how the song went. That was what I was humming when I stepped off the airplane, still in my navy blue silk dress—the one that had drawn eyes to me throughout the entire plane ride.
Eventually, someone graciously gave me a jacket. The flip-flops I wore didn’t exactly go well with the outfit, but who cared? I was home, and that’s all that mattered. No more being locked up in a mansion I’d rather die than live in by myself, and most importantly, no Bruce. That last thought struck close to home. Home—get it? I shook my head at my own internal humor.
The ride back to my apartment from JFK didn’t seem to take long, or maybe it did, but I wasn’t focused on it. I was simply happy to be free of him. Of course, I knew I had a l
