"Come on. That's the bus over there," Mom pointed toward the bus parked on the far side of the lot. "The one that says Jacksonville on the sign." Deborah folder her arms across your chest and shouted, "You planned this all along, didn't you? You never planned on going back home, did you?" Her voice caught me by surprise. I never heard her scream at Mom before. "I'm never going back to that hot hellhole you call Florida," Mom snapped. "You can tell your precious father that, too!" "You lied to us! You said this was just a vacation," Brother said. His real name was Leigh, but for some reason, we just called him Brother.