CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Coming back home is a strange sensation.

I feel different as I stare at the trailers, at the dry, cracked grounds, feeling the sweat roll off of me in the sweltering heat. It’s all so familiar and yet I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb.

I head towards the familiar looking trailer and when I try the door, it’s unlocked. Letting out a sigh, I open it and head inside.

The place looks almost cleaner.

Dolores has been busy, it seems. My dad’s things are nowhere in sight, though, and my heart clenches in my chest. What did she do with them?

I already didn’t expect any of my reminders lingering around and I’m not surprised when I see that she’s tossed them away.

I would feel sad to have my entire childhood home turned upside down but then, without my father, this isn’t really a home. I check the time and realize that Dolores is probably at Happy Hour in some nearby bar. She won’t be back for a couple of hours.

I head over to where my bed used to be and remove the laundry buc