Sometimes you have to face the past for a second chance at a future.
The plan was to get in and out, but I knew returning home wouldn't be easy. Especially when I’m about to drop a truth on my parents that I’m not going for my PHD.
My grandparents will be celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary, and I can't miss out on the celebration, even if that means heading back to my hometown after I've been away almost a decade.
I didn't plan on running into my ex, but when I see him in town, old feelings I thought I'd long since buried come right back. Too bad we didn't part on good terms, and he's nothing but cold and grumpy to me from the moment our paths cross.
I should do what I came here to do and go, but when I'm forced to look at the past, I realize this might be the opportunity to do things differently this time.
Can I find the courage to stand up to my parents and admit that the life they planned for me isn't what I want? And will my first love give me a second chance at a future?