“Haze, I need to talk to you about something.” Her brow wrinkles. “What’s up?” “I’m going…I’ve decided to stay. In Nashville,” I say, and it feels right. When I drove into Nashville this afternoon, when I steered my car into the parking lot, when I heard the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet and felt the chill of the air on my skin, it felt like home. I knew then that I couldn’t go back.
