Her plane ride was uneventful. She had slept most of the way so she didn't have to endure the cheap movie they played. Callista quickly gathered her belongings at the terminal and hailed a taxi.
"Fifth street please." yes Ma'am.
She wondered if they would recognize her. It had been years since she had left her family to attend college in London. But returning home was something she needed right now. She had fallen into a rut since catching her boyfriend in bed with another woman. Flashes of her ex raced through her mind as she remembered how she had found them. All she could see was the slut's ass in the air and the unmistakable sounds of a blow job in progress. But she couldn't think of that now. She desperately needed to see familiar faces.
"Stop right here." She said as she saw the old restaurant.
"Here ma'am?" the taxi driver replied.
"Yes, thanks." As she leaped from the taxi with a grin on her face.
As she walked into the Greek restaurant she could see nothing had really changed. The waitresses wore the same outfits and the decorations hadn't moved since she had left. In the back of the restaurant she saw who she was looking for. The pair was older now. More gray hairs appeared in their hair. She seemed a little shorter. Perhaps because she wore flat dress shoes instead of heals. He looked the same. Tall and slightly muscular; he towered over his guests with a friendly Greek manor. As their gaze met, Callista gave a sigh of relief.
"Mama, papa I'm home" she said.
Leaving the restaurant in the capable hands of their staff, the family decided to leave for their farm. The farm was a 2 story cottage surrounded by 75 acres of natures blissful woods located just outside the city. She was egger to see the farm; especially her horses.
"Callista, did you know Logan's house caught on fire yesterday" her mother said.