God” Virginia and this house that looked likesomething straight out of a horror movie. It evenhad a turret—a freaking turret. What was Isupposed to do with that?Ketterman was unincorporated, meaning itwasn’t a real town. The closest place wasPetersburg—a two or three stoplight town near afew other towns that probably didn’t have aStarbucks. We wouldn’t get mail at our house.We would have to drive
Petersburg to getour mail.Barbaric.Like a kick in the face, it hit me. Florida wasgone—eaten by the miles we’d traveled inMom’s mad dash to start over. It wasn’t that Imissed Gainesville, the weather, my old school,or even our apartment. Leaning against the wall,I rubbed the palm of my hand over my forehead.I missed Dad.And Florida
Dad. It was where he’d been born, where he met my mom, and whereeverything had been perfect…until it all fellapart. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry.Crying didn’t change the past, and Dadwould’ve hated to know I was still crying three
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