Connor
I ran my fingers through my hair for probably the one thousandth time before I rested my forehead on top of the steering wheel of my truck. Stress nipping away at my heels and ankles, anxiety turning my stomach into a tight knot and of course pure bafflement of what I was going to do next.
I hadn't expected the weeks to fly by so fast. Everything in me hoped the days would extend out to feel like forever. I didn't want to come back to England so soon, I didn't want to face the harsh truth of reality when I returned and had to face the world and tell them of my father's actions, or at least who I thought he was.
