ONE MONTH LATER
Considering how fast everything moved at the start, I was surprised when things began to slow down with the lead up to Christmas. Judges were working less frequently; our family lawyer was running around like a headless chicken and my dad was in jail awaiting trial. But what was most surprising was how I had somehow found myself granted leave to be back in L.A over the Christmas period.
That moment stepping off the plane and instantly feeling the change in temperature was something else. That first feeling of knowing that you’re home. It’s indescribable. I must have not realized I had grown used to the Alaskan cold, acclimatized like they would say, so the heat from the Californian sun was burning against my skin. I knew it wouldn’t last long, a few more steps and I woul
