Chapter: Complete“No,” I agreed. “But waking up without her doesn’t feel simple either.”Daddy leaned forward, his elbows on his knees now, mirroring my posture like we were meetingin the middle. “You gotta ask yourself what matters more right now. And I’m not sayin’ throwaway your future or quit football, but I amsayin’—is this the version of your future that stillmakes sense?”That hit somewhere deep.Because the version of my future I’d always imagined did include football, yeah. But it alsoincluded Harper beside me. Her laugh in the kitchen. Her socks on my floor. Her being the firstthing I saw every morning, not just every other weekend.“I want her,” I said simply. “I want a life with her. Not a Google calendar full of scheduled callsand road trips. I want real, boring, beautiful, everyday life. With her.”They both smiled at that. Not surprised. Just proud.“Well,” Daddy said, “then you need options.”“You could transfer,” Mama offered. “Or look at housing closer to her. Maybe find a littl
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Chapter: Quiet DistanceChapter Ninety-Two: Quiet DistanceJaxon Brooks noticed right away.No good morning text.No sleepy selfie in one of his hoodies.No “Morning, 23” with a sun emoji and a too-honest caption like this day already sucks but atleast you're cute.Just silence.And that silence hit different when it came from Harper Lane.He lay back on his dorm mattress, staring at the ceiling as the morning sun bled through theblinds. His phone sat on his chest, unopened messages from teammates pinging in every fewminutes—group chats about practice, the upcoming away game, someone asking whose socksgot stolen from the laundry room.But not a single one was from her.His thumb hovered over her name like it could summon her energy, that gentle Harper-ness thatalways grounded him. But the last thing she sent was a single word.Harper: Fine.Not even a period. Not even a heart or sarcastic emoji. Just fine.And it was anything but.He’d read their conversation from the night before at least ten times, tr
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Chapter: The Sunday GoodbyeChapter Eighty-Seven: The Sunday GoodbyeThe morning sun filtered through the lace curtains, casting soft golden streaks across thehardwood floors of Harper’s living room. The house was too still, like it was holding its breath.Only the scent of cinnamon rolls—Mia’s last-minute decision to bake—softened the heavinessthat hung in the air. That and the faint hiss of the coffee maker sputtering in the kitchen.Harper sat curled cross-legged on the couch, swaddled in the same blanket Jaxon had used thenight before. It smelled like him—cologne, clean cotton, a little like bonfire smoke. Her hair wasknotted into a messy bun, and her eyes were still swollen and pink from sleep—or maybe not justsleep. There was a particular kind of ache that came from knowing the day would end withoutthe person you loved still near.Mia sat beside her, their knees pressed together, both wearing mismatched pajama pants and oldT-shirts. She was uncharacteristically quiet, sipping from a chipped mug that
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Chapter: Sunday Morning GlowChapter Seventy-Nine: Sunday Morning GlowThe sun came through the kitchen blinds in soft streaks, catching the dust in the air and makingeverything look golden and quiet. It was the kind of morning where the world felt like it washolding its breath, pausing just long enough to feel safe again.Harper padded into the kitchen in fuzzy socks and one of Jaxon’s sweatshirts—oversized,sleeves falling over her hands, and worn soft from all the times she’d borrowed it and he’d neveronce asked for it back. Her curls were a mess, falling in tangled waves past her shoulders, andshe rubbed one eye as she moved toward the coffee pot.On the couch, Jaxon stirred.He shifted under the throw blanket, blinked up at the morning light, and sat up slowly with agroan and a stretch. His back cracked, shoulders popping as he rolled them out. “Morning,” herasped, voice thick with sleep.“You’re a light sleeper,” Harper mumbled, already pouring a cup for him before making herown.“Nah,” he said with
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Chapter: The Sweetest Kind of ShockChapter Seventy-One: The Sweetest Kind of ShockHarperThe smell of cinnamon and fresh coffee lingered in the house like a memory.Harper Lane sat on the couch with her knees hugged to her chest, fingers curled tightly around awarm mug Jaxon had just refilled. The air buzzed with lazy comfort—low music playing in thebackground, cereal bowls clinking in the kitchen, and Mia’s squeal still echoing faintly in herears.She couldn’t stop smiling.None of it felt real yet.Jaxon Brooks—her cinnamon-stick-carrying, hoodie-wearing, infuriatingly romanticboyfriend—had shown up on her porch at dawn like it was the most normal thing in the world.No warning. No heads-up. Just sleepy eyes, messy hair, and that crooked smile she’d been seeingon a screen for too many weeks.He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not after drills. Not on a random Saturday. And definitely notwith a box of donuts and a bouquet of gas station sunflowers like he was auditioning for aNetflix rom-com.“I’m still not over i
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Chapter: Boiling Beneath the CalmChapter Seventy: Boiling Beneath the CalmJaxonBy Wednesday afternoon, Jaxon Brooks had reread Harper’s last text six times—seven if you counted the time he just opened it and stared.It wasn’t because he didn’t believe her.He trusted Harper. Completely. Irrationally. Stupidly.But still—he felt it boiling under his skin.It wasn’t her.It was Ryker.That photo from earlier in the week had made the rounds on social media way too fast—just a quick snapshot of Harper and Ryker talking across a cafeteria table—but it hit like a punch to the gut. Harper, smiling. Ryker, leaning in just slightly. The kind of nothing-moment that people loved turning into a headline.Jaxon didn’t even have to open the comments. The caption alone was enough.“Looks like someone’s moving on fast. Jaxon who?”He read it once. Then tossed his phone on the bed and let it bounce off the edge.Eli walked in ten minutes later, gym bag slung over one shoulder, earbuds still tangled around his neck. “Alright,” he sa
Last Updated: 2025-07-31
After Hours
After Hours
A Small-Town Forbidden Romance
Alli never meant to fall for him.
Eighteen, freshly graduated, and slinging drinks at the town’s no-frills dive bar, she was just looking for a paycheck and a way out of her quiet life. But then Johnny started showing up—twenty-five, devastatingly handsome, and haunted by more than just his late-night whiskey.
Everyone knows Johnny. The town's favorite bad decision. A brooding mechanic with blue eyes that burn and a reputation tangled up with Layla, the town’s resident scandal—and someone else's wife.
But when Alli catches Johnny’s gaze from across the bar, something ignites. Something forbidden. Something explosive. What starts as subtle glances and lingering stares turns into late-night texts, a kiss that ruins them both, and a fire that neither of them can put out.
Just when Alli begins to believe there might be more between them, Layla drops a bomb: she’s pregnant.
Now, Alli must face the truth—was she just a distraction? Or is Johnny just as trapped in his past as she fears?
In a town where everyone talks and secrets are currency, love after hours might be the most dangerous thing of all.
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Chapter: 3 years laterThe morning light stretched lazily across the farmhouse kitchen, golden and warm as it spilled in through the windows. The smell of cinnamon rolls and fresh coffee floated through the air—evidence that Johnny had been up for hours. Again.Alli padded in barefoot, wearing one of Johnny’s old t-shirts and yoga pants, her hair twisted into a loose bun. She paused in the doorway, smiling softly as she took in the scene before her.Elena sat at the kitchen table, her soft blonde curls bouncing as she concentrated fiercely on her pink crayon. Elias, equally blonde and equally stubborn, was standing on his chair with a spoon in his hand, pretending his oatmeal was a monster that needed defeating. And John—now eight, long-limbed and all boy—was helping Johnny crack eggs at the stove like a seasoned sous chef.“Good morning, chaos crew,” Alli said with a tired laugh.“Mommy!” the twins shouted in unison.Elias tried to leap from the chair but got caught in the apron tied around his waist. John
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Chapter: Were CompleteThe farmhouse was never quiet anymore.Crying. Feeding. Diaper changes. Repeat.And still—it had never felt more like home.Alli sat curled up on the big couch in the living room, one twin on each side, a double breastfeeding pillow wrapped around her like armor. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her heart? Her heart was full to the brim.Johnny shuffled in with a tray—water, snacks, her prenatal vitamins, and a fresh burp cloth tossed over his shoulder like a battle-worn soldier.“You are officially my hero,” Alli mumbled, shifting Elena to burp her.“I’d say the same about you,” Johnny said, sitting beside her, gently stroking Elias’s downy blonde hair. “But I think you’ve crossed into goddess territory.”She smiled, eyes glassy. “You’re just saying that because I haven’t brushed my hair in four days.”“No, I’m saying it because you’re keeping two humans alive with your body and still manage to look like the woman of my dreams.”She blinked at him. “Hormones, Johnny. You can’
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Chapter: FinallyThe hospital was calm. Too calm.At least that’s how it felt to Johnny.Everything was white and quiet, with that faint antiseptic tang in the air that made his skin crawl. But beneath the stillness, his heart thundered like a war drum.Today was the day.He held Alli’s hand as the nurse wheeled her into pre-op. She was in a blue gown, her hair braided and tucked to one side, and she was trying—so damn hard—to be brave.“You okay?” he whispered, crouching beside her.She smiled weakly. “I think I left my bravery in the parking lot.”Johnny pressed his forehead to hers. “Good thing I brought enough for both of us.”The prep was a blur—IVs, monitors, a gentle-voiced anesthesiologist explaining what to expect. Alli lay on the operating table, her swollen belly exposed and draped, her hand trembling slightly in Johnny’s.He was in scrubs now, a cap on his curls, booties on his boots. But his eyes—those eyes—never left her.“I’m right here, baby,” he murmured, his thumb stroking over her k
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Chapter: Almost TimeThe farmhouse had never looked so bright.Balloons in soft lavender and pale blue floated along the porch rails. A giant hand-painted sign read Welcome Baby Warren Twins! with two cartoon rattles dangling from the corners. Folding tables were covered in pastel linens, stacked with cupcakes, sweet tea, and finger foods only Southerners would dare serve with pride—deviled eggs, mini ham sliders, macaroni salad, and enough potato chips to feed a small army.It was one week until Alli’s scheduled C-section.And today was all about celebrating.She sat under the canopy of the old oak tree in the backyard, tucked into a pillowy armchair Marc insisted on hauling from her living room.“You’re not sitting in some flimsy plastic thing,” he’d said with a scowl. “You’re the damn guest of honor.”Alli was radiant—even swollen and sore and cradling her belly like it weighed the whole world. Her sundress was cream with little sunflowers, her reddish hair braided into a crown, and her feet propped on
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Chapter: False AlarmThe morning started like any other.John was chasing the dog through the kitchen, Alli was halfway through folding laundry with one foot propped up on a stool, and Johnny was outside rotating the tires on Marc’s old truck.The sun was warm. The breeze was sweet. Peace lingered like molasses in the air.And then everything changed.It began with a cramp.Just a small, sharp twinge in Alli’s side that made her pause, one hand dropping to her belly. The twins shifted, which wasn’t unusual. But then it came again—stronger. And again.Her breath caught.The basket of tiny onesies slipped from her lap as she reached for the kitchen counter.“John?” she called out, trying to keep her voice calm. “Go get Daddy, okay baby? Tell him Mommy needs him right now.”Her little boy didn’t even hesitate.He sprinted through the screen door yelling, “Daddy! Mommy needs you!”Johnny burst through the door like a man possessed.“Alli!”She was on the floor, propped against the cabinet, sweat beading on he
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Chapter: Happily Ever AfterIt started with a sigh.Not the kind of sigh that meant she was annoyed, or tired, or hungry—though all three were daily occurrences at six-and-a-half months pregnant.This sigh was different.It was a quiet one, as Alli stood in her office at The Hollow, staring at the week’s staffing schedule Marc had taped to the corkboard.He’d filled in every shift. Covered every delivery. Handled the liquor order. She hadn’t even asked.She placed a hand on her belly and whispered, “You see this? He doesn’t need me here every day.”The twins kicked like they agreed.That night, she brought it up over dinner.Johnny was sitting at the table, feeding John spoonfuls of mashed potatoes while telling some wild story about a broken-down truck and a raccoon in the engine.Alli waited until John ran off to the living room, covered in butter and giggles, before sliding her plate away.“I think I’m ready to step back from the bar. Full time.”Johnny looked up, not surprised. Not even a blink.“I think you
Last Updated: 2025-07-21
Marked by Fire & Fang
You think that iron gate was the warning? Baby, that was just the foreplay. Fire and Fang only gets hotter, dirtier, and far more dangerous from here. Lily isn’t just wandering into a dark estate—she’s about to be devoured. Link is all muscle, ink, and a mouth that promises ruin. And when he takes her? It’s not sweet—it’s filthy, rough, and fucking addictive.
But she won’t just be his. Salma’s hands? Her mouth? They’ll show Lily just how good it feels to be wanted by more than one. To be touched everywhere—together.
This isn’t about falling in love. This is about being worshipped, owned, wrecked. About waking up dripping, breathless, still aching for more.
If you’re ready for bodies crashing, teeth sinking, and heat that doesn’t let up—keep turning the pages.
Because, darling, the real sin is just getting started.
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Chapter: Healing in the StillnessChapter 144: Healing in the StillnessThe morning came quietly, a soft haze of golden light stretching across the estate grounds. Dew sparkled on the grass, the world briefly hushed by the kind of peaceful silence that only came after a storm—the kind that whispered of new beginnings.Lilly woke wrapped in Link’s arms, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the slow and steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It grounded her, calmed the ache that lingered like a shadow after seeing Grant the day before.She shifted slightly, her fingers tracing slow circles over his bare skin. He stirred but didn’t wake, only pulling her closer, his breath warm against her hair.She smiled softly. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, there was no fear pressing behind her ribs. Only the stillness. The comfort.Sliding out from under the quilt, she padded to the window, tugging open the curtains to let in the light. Outside, the forest stretched toward the horizon, the tops of the trees gilded with ea
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Chapter: Grant ReturnsChapter 143: Grant ReturnsThe ride back to the estate was quiet.No one said much, and even the wind through the open windows felt heavier somehow, like the shift in the day had pushed a pressure front right through the Jeep. Lilly sat close beside Link in the back seat, her hand in his, but her mind wasn’t on the pine-sweet air or the way his thumb stroked slow circles across her skin. Her thoughts were stuck on the man she’d seen across the street.Grant.She hadn’t expected to see him again—not after everything. Not after the accident. And definitely not after remembering why they ended in the first place.Back at the estate, Lilly was the first to climb out of the Jeep. She crossed the gravel with quick, silent steps, barely pausing at the front door before slipping inside. Link followed, slower, his eyes never leaving her retreating form.In the kitchen, Lilly set the grocery bags down harder than necessary, breathing shallowly through her nose. She opened a cabinet, grabbed the
Last Updated: 2025-07-24
Chapter: A Day in TownChapter 142: A Day in TownThe Jeep rumbled down the winding road that led from the estate into the city, tires crunching gravel and pine needles as sunlight flickered through the trees overhead. Marcy sat in the front seat beside Carter, her hair swept back by the wind, sunglasses perched on her nose, and a teasing smile tugging at her lips. In the back, Lilly and Link sat close, her bare feet on the dash, a soft hum leaving her lips as she watched the trees whip past."This feels like the start of a movie," Marcy said, glancing at Carter. "You know, four hot people heading into town for pastries and low-level drama."Carter laughed. "Let’s try to avoid the drama part, yeah?""Where's the fun in that?"Lilly leaned forward. "We should hit the market first before it gets picked over. And then that bakery on Elm, the one that sells those ridiculous almond croissants.""You think they’ll still have those mini lemon tarts?" Marcy asked."Only if we’re quick."They parked in the shade of
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Chapter: The New Day BeginsThe New Day BeginsMorning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains of the estate's guest bedroom, casting golden rays across the polished wood floor. Marcy stirred beneath the soft white comforter, her limbs deliciously tangled in the sheets, the scent of lavender and him clinging to the pillows. She blinked sleepily, groaning softly as she stretched, her toes brushing against cool linens. She reached for the other side of the bed—empty, but warm. The echo of his presence still lingered.The distant clatter of pots and pans, the murmur of Carter's deep, off-key humming, drifted in from the kitchen. It made her smile, the sound wrapping around her like a second blanket. She rolled over, hugging the pillow he'd used the night before, letting herself sink into the scent and memory of everything that had passed between them over the last twenty-four hours. It had been fast. Too fast, maybe. But none of it felt rushed. It felt inevitable.Pulling the comforter tighter around her, she
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Chapter: Settling InSettling InThe midday sun hung warm and golden over the Greyhowl estate, casting long beams of light through the windows as the scent of fresh bread drifted from the kitchen. The morning had rolled by slowly, comfortably, like a thick quilt draped over everyone in the house. Carter and Marcy had stayed close, drifting from the kitchen to the veranda, fingers intertwined, laughter soft but constant. And though it had only been a day since their bond had begun, it felt as though some invisible thread had tightened between them.Inside the main sitting room, Lilly stood barefoot on the hardwood floor, organizing some new books they'd brought back from the city. She wore one of Link’s oversized button-downs, her hair pulled into a loose bun as she hummed under her breath. Link watched her from the hallway, his gaze soft, his body still tingling from the events of the past week.So much had changed."You gonna keep spying or come help me shelve these?" Lilly called without turning.Link g
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Chapter: Morning After the MarkMorning After the MarkThe morning sun broke over the estate, casting warm, amber light through the tall windows of Carter's guest suite. The soft chirp of morning birds mixed with the faint rustling of leaves outside. Within the quiet of the room, Marcy stirred first, her body sluggish and deliciously sore, the best kind of ache lingering in her limbs. She blinked sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of daylight seeping through the curtains.She was still on the couch, wrapped up entirely in Carter’s arms, his body molded to hers like they were two halves of the same whole. His face was buried in her hair, his breathing deep and steady, his warmth enveloping her in a cocoon of safety and something else—something she couldn’t quite name yet but knew she wanted more of.Marcy smiled to herself, memories of the night before flooding back. The claiming. The mark. His mouth on her skin, his teeth sinking in just enough to remind her that she was his. She reached up sleepily, her
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To the Bone
In Black Salt, love is a sickness you can’t hide—a slow gnawing beneath the skin that leaves you hollowed, grayed, and eventually gone. No one stays long enough to see it through; they leave before the rot finishes its work. It’s what the town teaches you: when it starts, you run. You look away. You survive by pretending not to feel.
But Atlas is tired of pretending. The halls of Black Salt High are full of kids pretending they don’t see each other’s bruised hearts, pretending their bones aren’t already whispering warnings. Still, he can’t forget the weight of a father who stayed—not out of love, but because he never felt it deep enough to decay. That truth lingers in Atlas like a second shadow.
And then there’s Nova—the outsider with a storm in her bones. And Wren, all sharpness and fight. Milo, who cracks jokes to keep the silence at bay. Luce, who wears her thorns like jewelry. Together, they don’t know how to stop the rot. But they’re learning how to sit with it, how to name it, how to refuse the small, hollow deaths of pretending not to care.
In a town where love is a death sentence, staying might be the bravest thing of all.
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Chapter: Healing in the StillnessChapter 144: Healing in the StillnessThe morning came quietly, a soft haze of golden light stretching across the estate grounds. Dew sparkled on the grass, the world briefly hushed by the kind of peaceful silence that only came after a storm—the kind that whispered of new beginnings.Lilly woke wrapped in Link’s arms, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the slow and steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It grounded her, calmed the ache that lingered like a shadow after seeing Grant the day before.She shifted slightly, her fingers tracing slow circles over his bare skin. He stirred but didn’t wake, only pulling her closer, his breath warm against her hair.She smiled softly. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, there was no fear pressing behind her ribs. Only the stillness. The comfort.Sliding out from under the quilt, she padded to the window, tugging open the curtains to let in the light. Outside, the forest stretched toward the horizon, the tops of the trees gilded with ea
Last Updated: 2025-07-25
Chapter: What the Dreams MeanChapter 14: What the Dreams MeanMonday morning broke with a thick pink fog curled low over the streets of Black Salt, like something had clawed its way outta the earth and didn’t much care about bein' seen. It wrapped around the cracked sidewalks, clung to front porches, and smothered the school yard like breath from somethin' sleepin' too close. You could taste it—like copper and river mud.Wren stood outside the school doors, arms folded tight over her chest, chin buried in her scarf. "That fog ain’t right," she muttered.Nova stepped up beside her, rubbing her hands together. "Neither are the dreams."The others trickled in, faces drawn, silent. Milo barely glanced up from his boots, and Luce looked like she hadn’t slept at all—dark half-moons under her eyes, twitchy fingers tugging at her sleeves. Atlas hung back, as always, but his stare was fixed on the treeline, like he expected it to blink.Inside, the school was louder than usual, but not in the normal way. It buzzed. Whispe
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Chapter: The MarkedChapter 13: The MarkedBy Sunday, Wren had stopped looking in mirrors.Her reflection felt off. Like it lagged a half-second behind. Like her eyes knew something her mouth couldn’t say. She scrubbed at the corners of them until they turned raw, but the wrongness stayed.Back at school, things hadn’t returned to normal. Not really. Sophie’s name stayed unspoken, but her absence echoed in every empty glance, every quiet shiver. Ezra hadn’t come back either, and the longer he stayed gone, the more people started whispering.It wasn’t just grief.It was fear.They met in the Bone House after the sun dipped low, each of them carrying the weight of what they’d seen."I can feel it," Nova said first, wrapping her arms tight around herself. "Since the tree. Like... like somethin' inside me knows I stepped somewhere sacred and didn’t bow."Luce looked up from the candle she’d lit. "Same here. Got these dreams now. Hollow places and roots reachin'. Every time I wake up, I swear I can smell dirt
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Chapter: The ShadowlineThe ShadowlineBy Friday, the town had already twisted Sophie into something else. Something easier to forget. Her name wasn't mentioned out loud, not in the halls, not in the diner, not even during the long, sagging sermons on Sunday. There was no funeral. There never was. Black Salt didn’t bury what it couldn’t explain.But the Bone House held her.Wren had stayed up late the night before carving Sophie’s name into the beam above the back wall. Luce had brought flowers from her mama's dying garden—dry, brittle lavender that still clung to a scent. Nova pinned a crumpled note with Sophie’s favorite book quote, scrawled from memory: "There is no beauty without something to break your heart."They sat in silence for a while, cross-legged on the dusty wooden floor, the thick hush of the woods pressing in around them. It was the only place that didn’t lie."You notice anything strange about Ezra today?" Milo asked, breaking the quiet."He ain't comin' to school no more," Wren replied. "P
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Chapter: The Spaces We KeepThe Spaces We KeepThe next morning, no one mentioned Sophie.At school, the halls buzzed with low conversation, but her name wasn’t in it. Teachers called roll as if her absence was normal. The seat she used to fill in homeroom stayed empty, a vacancy no one acknowledged. In Black Salt, people learned to forget the moment forgetting became easier than remembering.But Atlas couldn’t.He sat through his classes with Sophie’s hollow eye socket burned into his mind, the way her skin peeled like wet paper, the way her lips trembled when she tried to speak but couldn’t. He thought about her mother, too—the way she hadn’t screamed, hadn’t asked questions. She had just taken what was left of her daughter and folded her into the house like she was something broken but familiar.At lunch, they all sat together—Wren, Milo, Luce, Nova, and Atlas—but the table was quieter than usual.Nova picked at her sandwich. Wren stared at her nails like she could scrub Sophie’s image from beneath them. Milo
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Chapter: The Weight of Whispered ThingsChapter 8: The Weight of Whispered ThingsThe morning after the arcade, Black Salt felt heavier.Atlas woke before the sun had fully risen, his room shadowed in the grey half-light that made everything colorless. He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on the floorboards as if they held some kind of secret. They didn’t, of course. Nothing did in Black Salt.His father was already gone, the familiar ghost of burnt coffee lingering in the kitchen. The air felt stale, the house too quiet even for morning. Atlas pulled on his hoodie and stepped outside where the sky was heavy with clouds, but no rain had come yet. It smelled like wet concrete and the kind of mildew that never really went away.He met Nova at the usual corner, where the bus stop shelter sagged a little more each year. She was already there, hoodie up, hands shoved deep in her pockets, staring out at the empty street."Morning," Atlas muttered."Morning," Nova replied, barely more than a whisper.
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