(Lucas’ POV)
One Week Later…
“Home sweet home.” I said as we disembarked the plane. I had my arm draped around Tracey’s shoulders, and she giggled softly at my words though she was looking all around for any sign of her family. Unfortunately, the airport wouldn’t allow them to greet us.
George was here to pick us up, so he and Cody got our bags into the back of the SUV while the rest of us piled in. Tracey and I took the back seat, Dad took the middle, while Ron sat up front. Once they were done organizing our things, Cody joined dad in the middle seat and George drove.
Everyone was pretty quiet as we drove back to the house. Tracey was snuggled in against my side as she looked out the window while I was content to watch her. It had been a long, yet happy week, so I knew she was tire
