CHAPTER 21
Laughter and shrieks of delight resound in the once-somber hotel suite. Lisa and Ryan play tag in their swimsuits before taking the elevator to the rooftop pool. They beg Trace to come with them, but he chooses solitude.
“You two go and have fun. I’ve work I need to do.”
“Come on. Forget all that stuff for a while.”
“I’ll play with the idea, okay? Maybe a little later.”
After the door closes, Trace looks across the room—home for the last couple of weeks—and realizes how much he misses his childhood abode. Without a second consideration, he’d trade this luxury accommodation for his modest nine-by-ten-foot bedroom. Life at home may not have been the best, but it was home, and that’s where I want to be. Home.
Life at home may not have been the best, but it was home, and that’
