The sign said D

I am back. Three years gone and I am back.
Werner was at the gate with a sign that just said D. Not Daria. Just D. He put it down. I put the bags down. We stood there like two people who forgot how to say hi.
He said it is good to have you back. I said nothing.
Dad was at the kitchen table. His voice is thin now. The chair is the same. The mug is the same. The coffee smells the same.
He said welcome home. I did not know what to say. He did not seem to mind.
Here is the thing I did not want to write. I am scared the running is done. I am scared I came back because I ran out of places to go. I am scared I do not know who I am when I stop.
Werner did not hug me. Dad did not hug me. I did not want them to. I am glad they did not.
The kitchen is small. The night is cold. The coffee is good.
I am home.
I do not know if I am happy or sad or both.