Long Way Home🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
This is a little more than 7 lines, but I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy!!
“How old were you, when you moved in with your dad and stepmom?”
Elain watched as a muscle ticked in Az’s jaw, his fingers flexing against his glass as he said, “I always lived with them. Even before my mom died.”
Elain’s confusion must have shown, bc after a beat he explained, “My parents were never together. And my mom—“
He blew out a breath.
“She was…fragile. She’d originally planned to move back in with her folks in Tahlequah and raise me there, but when my dad told her no, she didn’t have it in her to fight him on it.”
“So she just…left you with him and your stepmom?”
“No, never,” Az said, fingers brushing the medallion he always wore at his neck. “She never would have left me. She just—we all lived there. Together. It’s a long story as to why, but that’s just how it was.”
Az glanced back at her then, a sad smile ghosting across his face.
“Quite the redneck soap opera, isn’t it?”