Pierce
A few months later…
The skies were clear for the first time in weeks, which boded well for our traditional Thanksgiving barbecue. Every year since I was a kid, the Harts had welcomed me to their Thanksgiving dinner, since my dad was usually working on the holiday. This year wasn’t any different, even though they were still a little apprehensive about Mia’s and my living situation.
Even with the months that had passed, Mia was still recovering, still working through what she had gone through. I still noticed her looking off in the distance, and she would close up every once in a while. She woke up screaming some nights, but they were far fewer than when she first came home. After we promised each other to dig out of the shithole together, she had finally stopped runni
