The moment we land in the States, I can barely contain my excitement. It feels like my chest is about to burst from the anticipation of being home again. As soon as all the suitcases are loaded into the sleek black BMW, I hop into the backseat with Ben and Ryan taking their places up front.
Our first stop is my house. The entire drive there feels like a dream, my heart racing as familiar streets blur past the windows. I glance at Ben and Ryan, their silence matching mine. When I finally speak, my voice is light but firm. "You guys don't need to stay with me while I'm here. I'm going to be with my family the entire time."
They exchange hesitant looks in the rearview mirror, but I push on before they can argue. "It's not just my break—it's yours too. Go spend time with your families. You'v
