
Rain didn’t fall in Boston so much as it insisted, tapping its knuckles against glass and stone like a creditor…

You don’t hear the first rumor, not officially.You feel it, the way air changes when people decide they already know…

The storm hits your city like the sky finally ran out of patience.Lightning cracks the clouds open, thunder drags its…

You don’t remember pain first.You remember sound.A single monitor tone stretching like a metal wire through your chest, steady, indifferent,…

You tell yourself you’re not paranoid.You’re practical.You’re a man who built an empire out of patterns, and patterns don’t lie,…

You don’t notice the first vibration.Not at first, because your whole body is buzzing already, like your nerves turned into…

You wake up before dawn because grief doesn’t understand weekends.The cold in the mountains creeps through warped window frames and…

You’re standing under boutique lighting so expensive it makes everything look softer than it is.The mirrors are tall enough to…

You came back three days ahead of schedule.No warning text, no quick call from the highway, no “I’m five minutes…

You’ve done crazy things before.Not the cute kind of crazy that looks good in a photo, but the kind that…

You hear it by accident, and that’s the worst part.Not because the words are quiet, but because the house is.A…

You don’t have shoes when you step onto the Cross Estate.No coat zipped to your chin, no parent gripping your…

You’re ten years old the day the junkyard teaches you what destiny sounds like.It’s not thunder or angels or a…

You’ve spent years doing work that leaves no fingerprints of respect.You scrub floors until they shine for people who never…

Amelia Dane couldn’t remember when the rain had started. Maybe it had been falling since she was a child, a…

The sheriff’s office in Silver Junction, Colorado, smelled like dust, damp wool, and old paper that had been handled too…

The sun had already gone down, yet the heat still clung to the land like a stubborn fever, the kind…

The Dakota Territory had a way of teaching you the difference between silence and peace. Silence was what Elara Vance…

The Wyoming Territory. The wind in the Absaroka Range didn’t merely howl. It argued with the mountain like an old…

Montana Territory, spring, had a way of making people feel temporary. Red Bluff was barely a town, more a stubborn…