Twenty-Seven - NadiaI couldn’t get there fast enough. It seemed like every ounce of traffic in California had been working to prevent me from returning to that Malibu neighborhood—I worried I wouldn’t even recognize it, that they’d all look the same and I’d be hopelessly and utterly lost. Of course, that wasn’t the case. Really, traffic wasn’t bad, especially considering how it had been the first few hours when we’d arrived. But that didn’t matter. I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to be concerned with things like “relatively speaking” and “in all fairness” and “if you really think about it, you’re lucky it’s this good.” All I could think was, I’m not going to get there in time.
So when I finally pulled into the Malibu neighborhood, the one I was pretty sure was the right one, I felt only
