Eight years of missed embraces burns hot when I return to the small town where it all started. I did all the things I left to do; got the degree, the internship, and The Job. Why did it feel so hollow? I always hoped I would see Trent again, but I never expected to find him licking his wounds back in town after a stint as a Navy SEAL. My aunt left me properties that I have to take possession of, but I realize they won't be the only thing needing to be claimed. Trent insisted that I understand what eight years of bottled up steam feels like, delivered with military precision in one blazing, glorious night.
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