Homecoming

John parked a short walk away from his house. Partially out of convenience, partially because he wanted to put as much distance between his house and sleeping Twain as possible, and finally, because he wasn’t sure how he was going to react once he saw it, and he wanted to be able to face it on his own.He turned briefly towards Twain, sending him a final heartfelt look. I’ll come back for you. If I don’t forget to. Just kidding. Wait for me, all right?Making sure not to make too much noise, he closed the door. With his hands in his pockets, he headed towards the house. His feet carried him on their own, he didn’t need to think at all about the directions. His body and soul were yearning for home.