The cab made it's way through the quiet neighborhoods of Jennifer's childhood with as much fanfare as it had when she had first left it. It had been a long year and a half, she reminded herself as she watched row after row of tract housing pass by her window. She needed the time away from this place for more than one reason, but as the setting sun filtered through the trees of the generic suburban lawns moving by she couldn't help but feel that a tiny part of herself had truly missed this place.
Pulling herself away from the window she slunk back into her seat as her mind reeled with the past she was coming back to. Was it right to feel this sense of dread since her father's email announced her greatest hope? Jenn had worried about her father even since her mother had walked away from the both of them so many years ago of course. He had done that typical newly divorced male thing about going on a couple seemingly awkward dates before sliding back into his own comfort zone. And while he may have been content with going to bed every night alone it wasn't the future that Jenn had wished for him even in her most self-centered times. But the joy at him finding his own path back to happiness was tempered by the knowledge of the territory that his path happened to cross through. Because it was her territory as well, or rather had been.
The lovely woman he was marrying happened to be the mother of her then best friend. Both of their sets of parents had divorced in a close time frame to one another, and as children are want to do they found comfort in each others friendship in their darkest moments. But as the years rolled on the friendship slowly outgrew itself, morphing into something else entirely as their mid teens rolled around. Where it went from there Jenn still wasn't entirely sure, even after all this time spent in exile to a strange city. Their relationship was.......complicated to say the least. Well, it had been Jenn reminded herself. That past had disappeared the moment she had turned away and walked onto that plane. But it was a ghost not easily ignored.
Button up the loose buttons at the front of her jacket she collected herself for a moment before sliding out of the cab. With a smile and a hefty tip to the driver for retrieving her suitcase she paused at the end of the walkway to her father's house. That history she had moved across the country to avoid had come back to haunt her, and one way or another a reckoning seemed to be in the works.
Pulling herself away from the window she slunk back into her seat as her mind reeled with the past she was coming back to. Was it right to feel this sense of dread since her father's email announced her greatest hope? Jenn had worried about her father even since her mother had walked away from the both of them so many years ago of course. He had done that typical newly divorced male thing about going on a couple seemingly awkward dates before sliding back into his own comfort zone. And while he may have been content with going to bed every night alone it wasn't the future that Jenn had wished for him even in her most self-centered times. But the joy at him finding his own path back to happiness was tempered by the knowledge of the territory that his path happened to cross through. Because it was her territory as well, or rather had been.
The lovely woman he was marrying happened to be the mother of her then best friend. Both of their sets of parents had divorced in a close time frame to one another, and as children are want to do they found comfort in each others friendship in their darkest moments. But as the years rolled on the friendship slowly outgrew itself, morphing into something else entirely as their mid teens rolled around. Where it went from there Jenn still wasn't entirely sure, even after all this time spent in exile to a strange city. Their relationship was.......complicated to say the least. Well, it had been Jenn reminded herself. That past had disappeared the moment she had turned away and walked onto that plane. But it was a ghost not easily ignored.
Button up the loose buttons at the front of her jacket she collected herself for a moment before sliding out of the cab. With a smile and a hefty tip to the driver for retrieving her suitcase she paused at the end of the walkway to her father's house. That history she had moved across the country to avoid had come back to haunt her, and one way or another a reckoning seemed to be in the works.