I look at Waylon, and he looks back at me, and we’re smiling like a couple of damn idiots in love. Because it’s this, I realize. This is what I’ve been searching for all along. Not just three months ago, when I was lost. When I felt like I had nowhere else to go, and this tiny middle-of-nowhere town from my past beckoned like a little red dot on a map labeled, Here! Here! You belong here!
