Zoe’s POV
There is a saying I’ve heard used that says, ‘you can never go home again, well I would love to tell anyone using it that they are wrong. Because that was exactly what I did that night that Eddie had gotten busy with the hussy he bought to the club. I went home to Penrith, Pennsylvania. My parents were shocked when they opened the door at seven in the morning to their daughter, who hadn’t stepped foot in this town for over three years, standing on the front porch of the family home.
Penrith wasn’t what you would call a destination. Since I was a kid, the population had been hovering around the seven hundred mark. Whilst most places had primary, middle and high schools. We had one school for everyone. My graduating class consisted of thirty students. Most people commuted the hou
