“I want to go home,” I said honestly. Dash’s brows pulled together. “It didn’t sound like home was that awesome of a place.” “Not to Louisiana and Maryanne. I want Michigan and my dad.” Tears burned the backs of my eyes. “I want a time and a place that doesn’t even exist anymore, but I’m so homesick for it, I feel like my heart’s being torn in two.” Pain flashed across Dash’s face. “It’s the worst kind of homesickness there is.” Something about his expression told me he understood far better than I could’ve guessed.
