Home.
Dallas entered her log cabin, taking a deep breath of finally familiar air and then looking around. Just as she had left it. The place had gotten a tad bit dusty in her absence, but she didn’t mind. Home was home, and she was finally where she needed to be.
After tidying the house a bit, she went out and swung open the old doors of her garage, smiling widely at the fact her mustang was still there. She picked up a wrench, laid down on the creeper, and rolled under the car.
She didn’t expect any visitors. Dallas had been gone so long she figured no one would still see if she ever came back, so she currently enjoyed her music and working on her car. Maybe someone would stop by.
At least, she hoped they would.
















