And a little sadness, as she wished she’d known her father better. She knew he’d perished in an accidental home fire, but her mother had never really wanted to talk about what happened. Maybe the town would have more answers for her about her family.
Goodbye New York City, goodbye crime, goodbye eviction notice on her door. Hello, rural Tennessee. She looked at her son in the backseat, buried in his book, and felt a rush of love for him. This would be a new start.