The flight had been unbearable. Literally, being in an aircraft where he wasn't flying and it was stationary, unable to feel the speed and just expected to sit there was horrendous. Not least because even at the end of it all, he'd have to visit his father and after that, be carted back on one of the damn things....
As soon as it was dark he hopped in the rental car and sped them towards the house he'd called home for eighteen years but hadn't returned to for nearly twelve. It was a surreal sight. Everything was the same but different. Like the buildings hadn't changed but in most he could see the families had moved on or the businesses has swapped partners. Adam was very conscious of the fact he was a village boy in a convertible car like some movie star, but he put that to the back of his mind. He was very tense. Not that he hadn't noticed Ana's tension over the last several days but this was overwhelming.
Glancing to Ana he then took a breath. "I'm okay," he assured her though he didn't feel it. "We're about three blocks from my house..." And it was all flooding back to him now. The fences, the neighborhood... his fingers gripped the steering wheel as he turned right a few minutes later, slowing the car as it headed down the street full of trees, vast lawns and odd looking family houses.