He caressed my cheek. “I’ll tell Dad and Pop tonight we’ll be leaving. Would you mind if we stopped in Connecticut before we went home? I’d like Uncle Lyn to meet you, and I’d like you to meet Den.” This way you can see you have nothing to worry about. “He should be home for winter break. And I suppose my grandparents will want to meet you as well.”
“Home?” I was so dumbfounded by his use of that word that I was willing to overlook the mention of that person. “You won’t mind not living in the Lagoon of Dreams?”
“I’ve left it before. We’ll be coming back to visit, won’t we?” He pulled me against him and rubbed his cheek against mine. “I thought the Lagoon was my home and always would be, but…” You’remy home, Drew. Don’t you understand? Wherever you are, that’s home
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