All Chapters of Buried Beneath Sin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

They started her before dawn, when the house still smelled like dish soap and yesterday’s coffee and the linen closet hadn’t yet decided whether it would surrender its starch for the day. The sky out her window was a bruise-light blue, the kind that pretends at morning but still belongs to night. Vi

“Shower,” he said. “Kitchen in fifteen.”Steam softened the edges of the bruise and lifted the smell of eucalyptus from her skin. In the mirror, damp hair loosened around her face, she looked less like the girl men smiled at from across ballrooms and more like a woman the house would obey. She dress

“What are our options?” Lenny asked, not enunciating danger so much as offering a geometry problem.She listened to the futures of each choice as if they were notes in a chord she could already name. Mercy: keep him, warn him, watch him. It tells the house you value need over rules; it invites men t

They moved like that through the week—small arcs of correction, public and private, chosen to reconfigure loyalty. Sasha heard the city as a ledger unwinding: who paid, how often, where the holes opened, where the river of cash slowed and why. It was tedious, surgical, addictive in the way competenc

Also: a mistake. Late Wednesday, a crate went missing for a full hour. Not miscounted—gone. By the time it reappeared, three men had three different stories. Sasha didn’t shout. She asked each man to tell his version again, this time slower. By the third retelling the lies bored even the liars. She