Finding My Way Home Read Free

here so no reason to be a baby about it .  I blow out the pillar candle the only light now coming from the dying fire and the small candle I’m still holding. The wind is picking up making the long branches of the old cherry tree outside hit the windows softly, filling the room with dancing shadows.  Telling myself to be strong, I pick up my cell and move across the hall, to my old room.
    I lock the door behind me, and sit on my old full size bed.  Nothing was changed in this room either and yet everything was.  My bed was still in the same spot, covered in my old purple bedspread, the same nightstand and tiffany style lamp, the same pictures on the wall.  And yet it felt so strange to be here without her.  How many nights did I sit in this very spot, my head on her lap, asking her all kinds of questions?  Not once did she tire of answering any of them.  I lock away the memories for now and let my mind go blank, and eventually sleep takes over.
    Morning comes before I know it and it takes me a while to realize that I’m in my old bed. It’s no longer raining but the house feels cold and dark, and I’m not sure if it has anything to do with the weather.  I put my old chenille robe on over my dress to try and warm myself up and then make my way into the kitchen for some tea.  While the water is boiling, I look at my cell phone with mixed feelings.  There are no missed calls or texts from Joe.  I know we’ve been having problems ever since my nana got sick but you would think that if someone loved you they would be there for you in such hard times.  I guess that should answer my question about our relationship.
                  Nana used to say that being comfortable in a relationship is worse than being in love.  When you’re comfortable you decide to look the other way when things go wrong and neither one wants to make a change, whether it’s for the better or for the worse.  So far I say she was right on the money on pretty much everything.  Both Joe and I have very busy work schedules and while we live together, we have very separate lives.  Sometimes I wonder if maybe we decided to move in together out of convenience more than anything else. 
    I put a tea bag in my cup and cover it with the boiling water, honey and lemon, just the way my nana showed me so many times before.               I’m about to move to the living room when someone knocks on the door.  This time I’m able to see through the peephole and I’m surprised to see the “intruder” once again.
                  “Good morning princess, nice robe you got there.” 
                  “Good morning to you too. Seriously no more princess calling or you’ll force me to find you a nick name and trust me when I say that I have a great imagination.
                  “My apologies,” he smirks.
                  “Oh never mind.  I don’t have any coffee but there’s tea if you want some.  Let’s get this game thing started and over with.”
                  “Are you that excited to spend some time with me?” Noah asks and while I know he’s just kidding, I still feel my whole face suddenly growing hot. 
                  “Not really, I just want to find out where this letter is,” I reply nonchalantly.
                  “You’re not very good at lying are you? Ok so here’s what I know.  A few months ago Sonia met with her lawyer and for whatever reason unknown to me she wanted me there with her.  There’s a will but he cannot read it to you until you find the letter she left you and follow all the instructions.  I have no idea what or where this letter is.”
                  I sit back watching him and I wonder if I’m being punked. I must be because there’s no way my grandma, my sweet nana, would play such a trick on me. 
                  “Look, Noah, are you sure my grandma was