*Four Years Later*

*Caterina*

I stopped in front of my mom’s front door and took a deep breath. It had been two years since I had last been inside, and it hadn’t been easy for my mom to convince me to come back for Thanksgiving this year.

She’d been guilt-tripping me for months trying to get me to agree to come home this year instead of our usual arrangement of her coming to see me, and I had finally relented. But now that I was here, about to walk ...