Eric Moore

           Two more days and we were going to be in New Orleans. We packed the house up slowly. Being in New Orleans could not come fast for me. I was ready to take the city back. Before we got out there, I needed to make a few calls to my family. I never told them that the family and I were headed that way.

           I closed the box up and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I scrolled through my contacts until I was able to find my brother, Liam’s number. My brother and I were close, but I never heard from him in a month. I dialed his number and placed the phone to my ear. It took a minute, but he finally answered.

           “I know that’s not Eric calling me,” He said, sounding shocked.

           “Ho