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A haze

Penulis: Unsolvable Mystery
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SALVATORE

The gun was on the bed looking back at me. The black steel caught the low light from the chandelier, gleaming like it was waiting for me.

It was late afternoon, and Miguel wasn’t back. Well, I had sat in the chair on the balcony for more than an hour thinking and drinking, and fighting familiar voices in my head. I stared at the gun again and my lips curled into a crooked smile that didn’t feel like mine.

The bottle of grappa on the nightstand was half-empty, but it had already done its job. My head spun. My thoughts were clouded. Everything felt too loud and too far at the same time.

I reached for the gun and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans. The metal touched my skin, and it felt colder than it should have.

Matteo’s voice echoed in my head again. It was bright, alive, and warm in a way that was his.

I could hear him screaming “Sal, catch me!” like we were still kids, chasing each other through the halls of this same mansion. But the memory wasn’t sweet anymore.
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Annie McConnell
a big huge exasperated sigh. lol. my mind was thinking maybe this is it. he figured out his brother's killer. but I was definitely hoping not yet. the suspense.... Sal go home to your family. ... you are tired
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    MIGUELEither Mama Sofia had an energy potion, or she wasn’t human. She didn’t walk. She moved with purpose, fast and smooth, like she had the store mapped out in her head before we even arrived. Her heels struck the floor like punctuation marks, announcing her before she said a word. The long silk of her burgundy dress rippled as she swerved between racks. She held up a ruffled pink dress to Isabella’s chest, gave a decisive nod, and tossed it into the basket already overflowing with tiny onesies and knitted cardigans.“Questo. Perfetto,” she said, not even stopping. Her voice rang with authority as she waved over a store clerk with the flick of two fingers. “Bring more in this size. And the shoes from the window. Quickly.”The girl nodded and took off so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. Another employee behind the register straightened up with her head slightly bowed as Mama passed. It wasn’t just fear. It was reverence.I trailed behind still pushing Isabella’s stroller

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   A haze

    SALVATOREThe gun was on the bed looking back at me. The black steel caught the low light from the chandelier, gleaming like it was waiting for me. It was late afternoon, and Miguel wasn’t back. Well, I had sat in the chair on the balcony for more than an hour thinking and drinking, and fighting familiar voices in my head. I stared at the gun again and my lips curled into a crooked smile that didn’t feel like mine. The bottle of grappa on the nightstand was half-empty, but it had already done its job. My head spun. My thoughts were clouded. Everything felt too loud and too far at the same time.I reached for the gun and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans. The metal touched my skin, and it felt colder than it should have. Matteo’s voice echoed in my head again. It was bright, alive, and warm in a way that was his. I could hear him screaming “Sal, catch me!” like we were still kids, chasing each other through the halls of this same mansion. But the memory wasn’t sweet anymore.

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   Chasing ghosts

    SALVATOREThe café was loud. Cups clinked too often. Chairs scraped the floor. Someone laughed a little too hard near the counter. But none of it reached me. Well, it did in a way, but I could barely concentrate enough to let it affect me.I sat stiffly in my chair with my eyes locked on Raphael. He was leaning back in his seat like he had all the time in the world. He wasn’t the one in the hot seat.His sunglasses caught the morning sun, and his mouth wore a smile that looked easy, but I could see the tightness behind it.Across from him, Pietro was already in full charm mode. He had always been the kind of guy who filled a room even when no one asked him to. He clapped Raphael’s shoulder with a grin like they were long-lost brothers. He knew Raphael. We used to go fishing with him when we were just teenagers.“Good to see you, Raphael,” Pietro said, turning to me with a grin that didn’t match the weight pressing down on my chest. “Been too long, man. Still chasing those fishing boat

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   Are you okay?

    SALVATOREI woke to the sound of soft crying.My eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep. The silk sheets were warm around me, but that sound pulled me straight out of the haze. I turned my head and saw Isabella. She stood beside the bed in her little pyjamas, her face streaked with tears. Slowly, she rubbed her eyes, peering at me like I was a puzzle.“Mummy,” she whispered.Something in me broke.I sat up quickly and pulled her into my arms. Her body was warm, trembling a little as she clung to my shirt. I held her tight and rocked her gently, whispering to her, trying to calm the storm in her tiny chest.“Shh, little one. It’s okay. You’re safe,” I murmured, still groggy, but alert now. Her sniffles softened and she pressed her cheek to my collarbone.I glanced around the room. The chandelier above us swayed slightly from the morning breeze drifting in through the open balcony door. The bed was a mess of soft pillows and sheets. But Miguel wasn’t close.“Baby?” I called with a f

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   Mine now

    MIGUELOkay, this was easier than I imagined. I mean, the thought of bathing a child made me think that it wasn’t going to be a very hard task, but you know how thoughts can be very deceiving. The warm water splashed softly as I bathed Isabella, the bathroom echoing with her tiny giggles and my quiet laughter. I expected wails and screams of terror but she wasn’t interested in that. She sat in the tub like she’d always belonged there, her chubby hands slapping at bubbles, sending a spray across my shirt and making her laugh harder.I couldn’t stop smiling. That kind of pure, joyful noise lit up something inside me. My heart swelled until it ached, and before I could stop it, tears stung my eyes. Not from sadness though, but from too much love, and too much awe that she was here and okay.I looked up and found Salvatore standing in the doorway. His arms were folded and he was leaning casually against the frame, but his eyes gave him away. He looked cautious, almost a little unsure.“

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   I'm not leaving her

    SALVATOREWhat the fuck was he thinking? My shoes crashed against the pavement, my lungs screaming for air as I chased after Miguel. He had already vanished into the inferno and the front of the building was shuddering beneath waves of rising flame. “Miguel!” I shouted desperately, but it was like yelling into a hurricane. Nothing came back but the roar of fire and the sharp pop of breaking glass.I didn’t hesitate. I threw myself into the heat.The moment I crossed the threshold, it hit me like a punch to the chest. A wave of blistering air surged forward, thick with the stench of scorched wood and melting plastic. Smoke clawed down my throat and made my eyes sting but I kept going. “Miguel!” I raised an arm to cover my mouth. The walls crackled and the floor groaned beneath my shoes. The ceiling wept fire.“Miguel!” I bellowed again, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my voice. I shoved through a half-melted doorframe and stumbled up a narrow staircase that shrieked an

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