Chapter 278: Going Home
SEDONA
The lease on the Lincoln Park house ended in March, and somewhere around February, I had to actually sit down and answer a question I'd been avoiding for longer than I wanted to admit.
Where was home now?
Chicago had given me back my son. I would never stop being grateful for that. But Chicago had also given me the hospital corridor, the hotel room, six years of slowly disappearing inside a marriage I hadn't recognized was destroying me until it nearly had. Chicago held both things at once, the way most important places eventually did, and I understood, sitting with the lease paperwork spread across the kitchen table, that I didn't want to build the rest of Nick's childhood on top of all that layered history.
Seattle had given me everything else. My pare
