Return ToThe Lakehouse - Hannah Wells (e book reader android .txt) 📗

I’ve never driven to the lake by myself.  I googled the directions.  It is two hours thirty- four minutes from home, a little closer from school.  When I was little, I never paid attention to the time or the distance.  My younger sister Sierra and I sat in the back seat reading or doing crosswords and the ride didn’t seem any longer than going to the mall, except sometimes we had to stop and pee.  Now I’m driving to the lake house for the first time in more than five years feeling a mixture of excitement and sadness.