CHAPTER 36.
For most people, home is the best place to be, but I don't even have one. Returning to Washington DC now meant facing all the troubles I had temporarily escaped for two days. I wished the weekend hadn't ended so soon. Even though William promised that we would go on vacation twice in a calendar month, I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted to be with him every day.
Washington DC wasn't truly my home. It was more like a house, but I had single-handedly transformed it into a home for myself about five or six years ago when my actual home ceased to feel like one. Well, it had never really felt like home, but that was when I truly realized it.
As I sat in the private jet that was taking me back to the place I disliked the most, I gazed out at the vast expanse of Washington DC below
