Gwen
The ride to the airport is quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts. I look out the window, taking in what little I can about the place I will call home for the next few months. It isn't much, small houses that seem to be run down with hardly any flowers to decorate the outside. There are a lot of people still walking around outside, some huddled together, some sitting alone. I am surprised to see a few children out, some with blankets covering them and some with card boxes. My stomach turns when I realize that these kids are homeless, sleeping under whatever cover they can find. I have seen homeless people before, but never like this, not so many of them.
"Stop the car." I tell Jaxon who is driving the rental we got at the airport.
"What is wrong?" Archer asks, grabbing my hand
