TWO HOURS PRIOR
TWO HOURS PRIORThe plane rattles as it lands on the runway. The late evening view from above is just as stunning as it is in person. An immediate chill hits me as I deplane, and though it’s only been two weeks since I was here, it already feels colder than before. Good thing I packed the right clothes this time.
Jessa waves frantically at me when she finds me at baggage claim. She rushes over and hugs me tight. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
I laugh, letting her squeeze me. “Me too. Though I’m second-guessing this weather.”
“Oh shush. It grows on you, and you’ll be used to it in no time.” She waves me off, grabbing my large suitcase while I take the other.
Returning to California after being here for three weeks was a big adjustment, and not because of the weather. The tim
