I've lived on the East Coast all my life. Granted, in various cities, but I've lived on that side of the country and only ever traveled for visits in the West. Now I'm moving here. To Los Angeles of all places.
Why am I making such an insane, drastic change? There are so many reasons.
I suppose I'm hoping to have a fresh start and a chance to escape the past that has dogged me for years. Up until my father died (saving my life no less) I'd lived in his shadow. I was 'Jonathan Doors' son', not Joshua. Maybe that's why I became a great lawyer in the first place, to try and make a name for myself... to not be under his influence. It didn't work because every victory of mine reflected more on him than it did on me. It's been frustrating.
But why L.A.? Why not some other town, even another country?
Los Angeles is where she is. Arica. We broke up years ago but I've never forgotten her. I shouldn't have lost contact with her either. I should never have let that happen. She's made a reputation for herself as a great forensic expert. And I don't know if she'll even want to see me. But I thought it was worth a shot.