I hated California before the plane even landed and every mile closer made the knot in my stomach tighter.
The GPS coordinate from Raze sat burned into my memory and his last message kept replaying inside my head.
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO COME HOME
I stared out the plane window while clouds drifted beneath us and tried to ignore the growing feeling that I was making a mistake.
And unfortunately that feeling wasn’t wrong.
“You’ve been chewing on the inside of your cheek for twenty minutes.” Drake said as he sat beside me watching me closely.
“What?” I asked.
“You do that when you’re stressed.” He said.
“I’m not stressed.” I said and he raised an eyebrow.
“Sure.” He said.
I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window. The state below looked familiar and unfamiliar at
