Story: Where the Crows Won’t Fly part II

I looked out of the train’s door to the snowy city, wondering if the feeling you get when you return to your hometown should have a special name to it. A word that would explain the sense of threat and nostalgia combined with a chance of decline and buried secrets bursting out. I lingered there, but the people pushing past me forced me to leave the train. Every part of me wanted to return to the warm car, but my sister had already spotted me. I could see her standing next to her SUV. She stayed ...