Chapter Twenty-Six
Zurie
Going back out to Reece’s estate after being gone for over a year felt odd. The winding road that led the way through the sandy loam was still as smooth as glass, just like it had always been. The grass was neatly trimmed, the hedges cut to perfection, and the Mexican Hacienda-style mansion as grand as ever.
Reece lived in a perfect world. He felt at peace there. But I never had. Maybe living my life in homes that were much closer to shacks than real houses had made me an ill fit for wealth.
While I found Reece’s house amazing in every way imaginable, I’d never felt like it could be my home. I’d never felt that I would fit in with his friends and family, either. They were all very nice to me, but I couldn’t find much to say to any of them. They talked about thi
