My name is Emily. I thought I had left my small Ohio hometown behind forever, but a single phone call about my younger sister pulled me back. What started as an awkward family visit quickly turned into an emotional reckoning with my past—and a chance encounter with a stray cat that changed the course of my life.
I found myself standing on the porch of my childhood home, suitcase in hand, wondering if I even belonged anymore. After years away, returning to Nashville was supposed to be a fresh start, but old wounds and family secrets waited behind that familiar door. As I crossed the threshold, I realized coming home meant facing the truth about myself, my family, and the choices that had shaped us all.
After 13 years working abroad, I returned home to finally enjoy the house I’d built for my son, his wife, and me. But instead of peace, I found heartbreak and unexpected family conflict. Now I question if my sacrifices were worth it, and what ‘home’ really means.
