CHAPTER FOUR
Tom and my dad stood next to my car as I walked from the house with my last bag. Tom opened the back car door, and then approached me.
“Here, let me take that,” Tom said, taking the bag from me and placing it in the back seat.
“So you’re helping me pack?” I asked.
I tried to make my question sound like a joke, but we both heard the serious undertone in my voice.
“I’m helping you do what’s right for you,” he said.
I looked up at him and gave him a look that let him know that I was not convinced. We both turned our heads as my father walked over to us.
“You ready to go, buddy?” Dad asked.
“Well, I guess so. It’s not like I’m wanted here,” I said looking at my father and then Tom.
They both sighed a little, and then my father spoke.
“You will always be wanted here,” he
