Jay
I swore I’d never be back.
I left this state before sunrise with a duffel bag and a bad decision. Now, I’m driving back into Dallas on a multi-million-dollar contract.
Life’s sure got a sense of humor.
Dallas didn’t just trade for me, they signed me for eight years. Which means I’m not visiting or just passing through. Dallas just became home again.
Traffic slows and a line of brake lights flare red in front of me. I strum my fingers against the steering wheel, crawling forward with the rest of Dallas while the skyline carefully rises in the distance.
The city looks bigger than I remember. Steel skeletons stretch into the sky where empty lots once sat as cranes hang over the downtown core. I run my hand through my tousled dark hair. Dallas changed. But people, in my experience, u
