Christie

Mom peered at me. “We’re here, Christie.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Yay,” I said dryly.

She heaved a deep sigh and watched me in the rearview mirror. “Are you still in a mood?”

I huffed and looked away. “Can we just go?”

“Christie…”

I got out of the car quickly, and she rushed after me. We were at the train station. It was packed with people dragging luggage; it was the holiday season, after all.

“I told you, it can’t be that bad,” Mom said. “You used to love going to the farm. You loved the animals and the large space. You’d play in the sand all...