LAURA’S POV
The flight to Lanesville was a long one, but we eventually arrived. I looked out at the side of the plane and my heart sank. I had forgotten how it felt to be home.
We made our way out and into the car that was waiting for us. I had made all the necessary arrangements.
The driver was fixated on the road. My father kept staring at Mom's wallet picture. A sad look on his face.
The warm air, the breezy moment…..everything reminded me of how this small little town once traumatized me.
I checked the time. It was noon.
The road to our home had changed slightly. Most houses were renovated, while some looked abandoned…like no one had lived in them for years. It felt like a ghost town.
“So much has changed,” I commented.
“Yes, it’s been a while,” my father replied, his face goi
