"Come on Naomi," I called, "We're going for a car ride." My little girl stepped outside the door of Charlie's house and slammed it shut with a bang. Naomi skipped towards me and the car, careful to step over the puddles left from last night's rain. I held out my hand to help her in the car seat.
"No!" She cried stubbornly, "Me do it meself!" I sighed and giggled at her language as she stumbled into the car. I buckled her up and got into the driver's seat. The car was a very "Mom" type van with lots of extra seats, perfect for a big family or for the carpooling soccer mom. Jacob had bought me this car in hopes of that we would experience all of those things together. Neither would happen though, since Naomi is an only child and it looked like she always would be due to the state of my marriage, and Naomi was much to girly to ever play soccer, or any sport for that matter.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Naomi asked. I shrugged as she watched me in the rearview mirror. I really didn't know where I was going, just a calming drive. I made a left turn but soon realized that put me on the road towards La Push. I quickly changed direction. There was no way I was going anywhere near Jacob or his hometown. Not after what happened.
We drove through deserted wooded roads and I just looked at the greenery and the trees. I didn't particularly care for the nature though. It took me a lot longer than it should have to realize where I was headed. Maybe my sub consciousness took me here, maybe it was just fate, but I guess I'll never know. I took a deep breath and stepped outside to gaze at the big white house.