JACK
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Erin asks for the hundredth time. I laugh because she seems more nervous than I am.
We left Chicago yesterday, taking whatever direct flight was heading into Phoenix the soonest. I rented a car to drive the two hours into Payson. My emotions are running high at all the familiar sights and memories that come with being here.
“When was the last time you were here?” Erin asks.
“Not since my dad died.”
“Do you ever feel homesick?” Erin shifts in her seat to look at me.
I sigh because I don’t really know the answer to that. “There are parts of me that do and parts of me that never want to see this place again,” I explain. “I never felt safe here unless I was at Wade’s or with Amber.” I give her an apologetic smile. “I know it’s uncomfortable to hea
