Van

Present day

I stared at the text message I’d just received.

I’m ready to go to Ashland.

I should be pleased.

I was.

Julia wanted to go back to our home. I wasn’t forcing her; she wanted to be there. Then again, I had the gut-wrenching sensation that things didn’t go as well as she’d hoped with her mother. I sent a text back.

Come to the hotel.

My ...