Martin has been flirting with me this whole trip. I pretend to treat it lightly, but come on. Martin Harlow. He’s like a piece of found art, rough around the edges, but with a form and function that haunts a girl’s dreams. At the moment, I’m not dreaming, although everyone else in the rental van is. I’m the only one awake besides the driver. The last leg of the journey is always the hardest. Especially when the journey takes place at the blustery tail end of winter and you’re traveling from the sunny blaze of Los Angeles to the frigid wilds of northern Vermont. After the redeye flight from LA to New York, my production team and I endured a bumpy regional hop to Burlington, followed by a slog in two hired vans to our final destination—Switchback, Vermont. It’s my hometown, but I haven’t lived here since I graduated high school. What is home? Maybe it’s not a place, but a moment in time. When I was safe. Secure. Cared for.
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