Suddenly, Gavin wasn’t so sure he’d made the right decision. He lived on his own. Having people, even family, up in his business and pressuring him… Hell, he just wasn’t used to it, and he wasn’t particularly inclined to get used to it, either.
Especially since he did have a bomb to drop on them, namely, the reason why he was out of the military. He knew they were going to freak out. He was having trouble processing it himself.
He had a brain tumor. Fuck, it was so strange to even think those words.
As brain tumors went, he’d been assured that it was about as harmless as it could be. It was tiny, and benign, and had probably been there for most of his life. But it had shifted, or maybe expanded, a little, and now it was affecting his vision.
He couldn’t fly. And to him, flying was everything. Being grounded was just as scary, if not more so, than the thought of something foreign existing in his head.
But he knew his family wouldn’t see it that way. There would be shock. And yelling. And questions. And maybe even the worst thing he could imagine– the dreaded tears.
He couldn’t handle that. Not right now. To be honest, probably not ever. So he was playing it close to the vest.
In those circumstances, was moving back to his childhood home really a smart thing to do? Or was it one more in a chain of impulsive and sentimental decisions, which frankly included coming back to Valentine Bay in the first place?
But when he looked at his little sister’s shining face, he knew that moving back home to Valentine Bay was the right decision, and so was staying at the house. He was just going to have to get used to people again.