∎Zoey∎
Returning to her hometown felt oddly comforting, despite having fled from it in the first place. Zoey got out of the taxi and stared up at the house she had grown up in. Immediately memories washed over her, and she struggled to maintain her composure. She hadn’t come back home to cry and when the front door flew open and she spotted her mother, Zoey smiled.
“My baby girl is home!” her mother yelled out as she spread her arms open. Zoey ran forward and embraced her mother in a warm, loving hug.
“Hey, mom,” Zoey greeted her when she finally let go.
“Come on in, baby girl,” Julia said as she gently urged Zoey inside the house. “I made some cookies,” she then added as she led Zoey to the kitchen. The trip had been long, and she was tired, but the sound of cookies and a tall glass
