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Rain had already started by the time Carla and Jace stepped out of the office building. At first it was little more than a fine drizzle, soft enough that most people ignored it as they hurried toward waiting cars or the bus stop across the street. The air smelled of wet pavement, and the last of the daylight had disappeared behind thick grey clouds that promised the weather had only just begun.Jace adjusted the two backpacks hanging from one shoulder."I've been carrying yours for three Fridays."Carla glanced over at him."I know.""You've beco...
Death and anger are both preordained.Every life moves toward its final destination, and somewhere along that journey comes the moment when something precious is taken beyond recovery. People often speak of anger as though it were a flaw to be mastered and concealed. Such judgments usually belong to those who have never watched their future crumble before their eyes. They have never stood beside a grave that should not exist or carried words they can no longer offer to the person who needed to hear them.Death claims flesh and bone, yet its re...
Gavin’s first delivery arrived on a Tuesday evening, three months after Samantha ended their relationship.When she opened her apartment door, he stood in the hallway holding her blue sweater folded over both hands like a man unveiling the latest Apple iPhone at a keynote presentation.Even after three months apart, Samantha’s traitorous heart noticed everything at once: the broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his charcoal T-shirt, the strong jaw she had once traced with her fingertips, the unruly dark hair that always looked as though he...
Carla hadn’t meant to climb the fence.It simply felt like the faster option at the time, which was usually how her problems began.By the time Jace caught up, she was already halfway over, one leg hooked at an angle that defied both balance and dignity, her hoodie caught on the metal like it had decided to end the situation itself.He stopped a few steps back and took her in without a word, the kind of long, tired look that suggested he had seen this outcome coming the moment she said, “I have an idea.”“Tell me,” he said slowly, “why you are s...
Jane became aware of the sound while crossing the hallway late one evening, her thoughts drifting the way they always did when the house settled into quiet. It slipped into her awareness so gently that for a moment she thought she had imagined it, yet something in her body reacted before her mind could dismiss it.She slowed without meaning to.The silence that followed stretched in a way that unsettled her, lingering just long enough to leave a trace behind. A faint tension gathered in her chest, small at first, then gradually expanding until...
No one in Rockmoore waited for night anymore, because people had learned to prepare for it long before the last light slipped behind the rooftops. Doors closed earlier than necessary, hands lingering on the handles before locks turned, and curtains were drawn in one practiced motion that shut the outside world away. Conversations rarely reached their natural end, often breaking off mid-thought as footsteps carried their owners home faster than intended, while the occasional glance over a shoulder came and went quickly, as if acknowledging th...
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The hum of the fridge filled the quiet of the house, steady enough that any change felt wrong before it could be understood.It was a sound Helen had grown used to without ever really noticing. When she opened the door, the hinge gave its soft, familiar creak, precise enough that any change would stand out immediately.Cool air brushed her skin, carrying a trace of citrus cleaner. It lingered beneath the surface—clean, but still missing something.Her supplies waited behind her, lined along the counter. The cloth lay folded into neat edges, the...
Myra had not been raised to choose her future.She had been raised to fulfill it.Myra had waited her whole life for this moment.Not in the way people spoke about waiting, where anticipation built into something bright and hopeful, but in a quieter, more deliberate way that had shaped her over time until it no longer felt like waiting at all. It had become certainty, something woven so deeply into her identity that she had never thought to question it. A sense of duty had always led the royal family, and this was duty—hers.Now that the moment ...
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