Blythe's P.O.V.
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The closer we get to town, the more nervous I feel. Things are starting to look familiar. Trees, houses, road signs. And then, shortly after the sun went down, we were in Healdsburg.
I sat rigid as we made our way through town. Everything looked the exact same. Nothing has changed at all.
When we turned down the road to the clubhouse, I started to feel a little dizzy. The club owns a huge chunk of land, and hell, most of Healdsburg in general. They bought an old run-down motel back when Karma's dad was a boy. Built it up from nothing.
Over time, they bought all the land around it and built houses for the married couples of the club. There was a section for every patched member, some empty and some with a house
