Author name: Hauda.A

The meeting with Brooke Ellison had gone exactly as Samantha hoped. The journalist had listened with sharp intelligence, taking notes, […]

Wednesday morning arrived with the sharp clarity of a blade being sharpened. Samantha sat across from Wesley in his corner

Monday morning, Samantha woke with purpose humming through her veins like electricity. She’d spent Sunday with Riley, finally telling her

Keegan’s office felt different on Friday afternoon. Or maybe Samantha felt different. Like she was standing on the edge of

Thursday evening arrived with the surreal quality of a play where Samantha knew all the actors’ secrets but still had

Keegan Porter’s office was in a strip mall between a Thai restaurant and a tax preparation service. Not glamorous, but

Tuesday arrived like a storm Samantha had been watching on the horizon for weeks, knowing it would hit but powerless

Saturday morning arrived with deceptive cheerfulness—blue skies, crisp autumn air, the kind of day that made people post gratitude lists

The public library on Fifth Street had twelve computer terminals and a no-questions-asked policy about internet usage. Samantha sat at

Samantha hadn’t been able to sleep. She’d tried everything—reading, meditation apps, counting backward from one hundred—but her brain refused to