The journey back home—though the meaning of ‘home’ had somehow shifted for me—was smooth. I had completely leaned on Rowan, trying to get as much sleep as I could before we got home.

Home.

The words still felt so foreign, that somewhere so far, where they were likely only a small percentage of people like me, was a place my heart had claimed as home.

However, there was no fear this time; the Florida sun shone down on me with a vengeance. I welcomed it in, my heart merry that I was back to where I belonged and just fit right.

The car had brought us to his building, and...