Author name: Hauda.A

I arrived at noon exactly. Not early—wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of thinking I was eager. Not late—wouldn’t let him […]

I didn’t answer Jaxon’s calls. There were seventeen of them the first day. Twelve the second. By day three, he’d

Jaxon was acting weird. For three weeks, we’d fallen into an easy rhythm—meeting at the house most mornings, working on

I found the fourth diary by accident. Two days after Juni and I agreed to try being family, I was

Des King’s office smelled like old paper and disappointed hopes. “There’s nothing,” he said gently, sliding the will back across

I almost bailed three times. At 5:30, I told Mars I was making a terrible decision. At 5:45, I changed

I was avoiding Maple Street. Which was ridiculous since I’d literally agreed to help with the renovation. But Monday morning

I couldn’t sleep. At 2 AM, I gave up trying. Went downstairs to the kitchen—Juni’s kitchen, Imogene’s kitchen, the kitchen

I shouldn’t have started with the bedroom. But it made sense logically—tackle the most damaged room first, the one that

I’d been sitting on this porch for three hours, and my ass was numb, but I refused to leave. This