Harmony sat in the back seat of the car next to her mother and watched the Tennessee landscape rush by. She thought about the difference of the soft leather of this car and the hard seat of the Jeep she’d rented. Her mind drifted far away from the car and soared home to Mount Jefferson.
“You haven’t said much since you got back home,” Alice observed, closing the cover of her tablet and setting it on the seat beside her. “Would you like to talk about it?”
Harmony thought about the last week. After a tearful goodbye at Steve’s cabin, and a hug that neither of them wanted to end, she went back home and packed. Early the next morning she left. A part of her had hoped he’d show up and beg her to stay. A part of her feared that her leaving would cause him to spiral down. Instead, she’d receive
