#Chapter 172 Train Ride

Tessa’s POV “Remind me again why you are making me go with you?” Ruby asked as we arrived at her apartment early the next morning. “Because I need a friend with me,” I told her with a shrug. “And you are kind of the only friend I have.” “But a farm?” She whined. I sat on her bed and watched as she rummaged through her drawers and closet to find clothes to pack in her suitcase. “It’s where I grew up,” I told her for the hundredth time. “My mother’s birthday is on Saturday, and I’d like to see her grave.” That wasn’t a lie; I really did want to see my mother’s grave. I might not remember much about her, but whenever I look at photos or hear stories, I feel like she’s still with us. I feel connected to her in a way that I can’t really explain. She felt like my home. I hadn’t been to her grave in years, but I really needed to feel at home. With one look at my face, Ruby knew I needed that too and sighed. “What do I even pack for the farm?” She asked, as she pulled out a bunch of