Drey
For some, coming home was a warm feeling, and for some others, it only brought a bad feeling. Well, for me, it just reminded me of how insufficient I was and how I would never be enough. I had spent a few years within these very walls before going to the boarding school where I lived most of my teenage life, and I can only say I wish I had gone boarding much earlier. Because to me, that was more of a home than it would ever be here. My mother and brother, excluded.
I held Alisa's hand as we climbed out of the Mercedes. And although she was hiding it so well, I could see the hint of fear and uncertainty in her eyes as she squared her shoulders and said, "ready."
I expected my parents to be out at Friday golf club, which would give us plenty of time to get settled in before the sto
