CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
There’s a feeling of comfort that takes place seconds after stepping off an airplane. An invisible weight, lifts off the shoulders, you inhale fresh air, and there’s the anticipation of sleeping in your own bed. Now I understand why homeowners put up little plaques that say, ‘Home Sweet Home’, thought Eric. Travel is great, but there’s nothing like home.
The minute he stepped into the airport; his phone went off. “Hey Milo thanks for calling, buddy.” Eric continued without listening. “Are you going to meet us tomorrow morning? Linda should be there by now. If not, the neighbor has my key.”
Humbled by heroic teammates, Milo couldn’t begin to understand, or explain, how glad he felt knowing Eric had returned. The last two weeks had been heavy duty, more than he could ima
