Catalina

I’d survived the comments about being a woman and managed to walk without grimacing. The most difficult part of the morning was saying goodbye to my family. Standing near the cars on the driveway, the summer breeze teased my hair, blowing renegade strands from my ponytail around my face. My long sundress fluffed in the wind.

Watching my family leave was heartbreaking. I’d lived all of my twenty-four years under my father’s roof ...