CHAPTER TWENTYMorgan
It was five thirty and Morgan was exhausted. Travis was on his way back to Wilkes Barre, and she was in no mood for a big discussion. She held her breath as she entered the house. She held tight to the hoodie that Travis had insisted she keep. His scent comforted her, especially as she knew her uncle was home. She had prepared for the confrontation the whole way home. And maybe hashing it out was warranted. She had left and hadn’t come home with no call.
The argument they’d had was still fresh in her mind, as well as the hurtful things she had said. She owed Uncle Sam an apology.
The house was filled with the aroma of lasagna, her uncle’s specialty. But her stomach flopped with sadness. Travis was gone, and she didn’t know when she would see him again. Maybe she sho
