The SUV was packed full of luggage and a few boxes, since William had also taken the last of his belongings to move to the Troy house. The whole pack was occupied with the funeral, and no one paid attention to the two of us packing up and preparing to leave. I kept expecting Shane to come out and say good-bye, but he never appeared. I sighed and could only accept that it was what it was. I had hurt him by refusing to stay.
There was no argument this time about whether or not to get a hotel. Other than frequent stops to relieve my poor, squashed bladder, and a few runs through the drive through of some fast food restaurants, we drove straight home. By the time we arrived in front of our dilapidated house, I was very uncomfortable, and my back hurt, but I was happy and relieved to be
