Hello? You’re cutting out, I can’t hear you. If you can hear me, I’m—” The call was lost. She must have been driving through the country, there’s never a signal out there. At least she knows I landed since she answered the phone. The airport is about forty-five miles away from Norton. God, I don’t want to be back here. I mean, I do, but I don’t. I decided to check Facebook and update my status. At least this way the news of me being home gets leaked from me, instead of going around town as some crazy ass rumor like, ‘Addison is back home. I heard she has a flying pink hedgehog that gave her rabies, so she has to move into the barn at her mom’s house.’ Addison Allmon To my Iowa friends! I’m baaaaack. I lost my awesome job and I lost my fiancé to the pool boy. Oh and a word of advice, don’t drink and drive. Life=Over! I’m definitely going to need a lot of drinks tonight, but will someone be my DD? ;) I click to post my update and blow out the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding in.
