I didn’t know where the hell Holden and I thought we were heading. Different parts of the country. Different ways of life. Commitments on both sides. His station. My practice. But I’d bought the ticket and I was going along for the ride, so help me. Was it a bad decision? Maybe. But at least it was a decision. I was done with standing still. Standing still was going to bury me, slowly, one grey day at a time. And I was done being scared to live again.
