Chapter 9 - The Long Drive North
The six-hour drive to northern Michigan felt like a pilgrimage through my son’s past and present mistakes.
As Jason drove through the snow-dusted pine forests of Michigan, memories flooded his mind. He remembered when he was ten years old, scraping his knee, and how his mother had kissed his forehead and baked him warm cinnamon rolls. He remembered Robert teaching him how to drive in an old Ford pickup, telling him, “Son, always protect your family, and never let pride blind you to what matters.”
He had failed that test completely. He had chosen the superficial glamour of a luxury kitchen over the woman who gave him life.
By late afternoon, his tires crunched on the gravel driveway of the small lakeside cottage in Harbor Springs.
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Jason killed the engine, sitting in the silence of the car for several long minutes. His hands shook on the steering wheel. He felt unworthy. He felt terrified. But as he looked out at the frozen expanse of Lake Michigan stretching toward the horizon, he knew he couldn't turn back.
He stepped out of the car, walked up the wooden steps of the porch, and took a deep breath before raising his knuckles to knock on the front door.
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