Tessa’s POV
“Remind me again why you are making me go with you?” Ruby asked as we arrived at her apartment early the next morning.
“Because I need a friend with me,” I told her with a shrug. “And you are kind of the only friend I have.”
“But a farm?” She whined.
I sat on her bed and watched as she rummaged through her drawers and closet to find clothes to pack in her suitcase.
“It’s where I grew up,” I told her for the hundredth time. “My mother’s birthday is on Saturday, and I’d like to see her grave.”
That wasn’t a lie; I really did want to see my mother’s grave. I might not remember much about her, but whenever I look at photos or hear stories, I feel like she’s still with us. I feel connected to her in a way that I can’t really explain.
She felt like my home.
I hadn’t been to h
