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I asked, buying myself a moment to organize my thoughts. "Eventful," Grace admitted with a small smile. "I went to the bookstore downtown, my first solo outing since... everything. It felt good to be independent again, even for something small." "That's great progress," I said sincerely, knowing how important regaining her autonomy was to Grace. "Did you find anything good?" "A few books for Lucas, a novel for me." She hesitated, then added quietly, "And I had an unexpected conversation with Amber at the Sweet Pine Café afterward."

The voices still whisper words I don’t understand. “Up here,” Crimson gestures to the empty space I created, but his finger points upwards to the very top shelf. I look around for a ladder before calling for Mathias. He steps down the long row followed closely by Tawny and Althea who watch on with curious eyes. Mathias lifts me up and my fingers brush the book that sends a jolt of sparks down my hand and up my arm. Removing the book, I find a box hidden behind it. “Here,” I say as I pass books down to Crimson while my giant still holds me up.

she chuckled. “No can do… but…” I smirked, “…give me your hands.” Grace reached out her palms my way. I grabbed them and focused on passing my energy to her. “Wow!” she shouted clearly shocked, “That was the best energy shot I've ever tasted! How did you do that?!” “I… have new books to learn from,” I claimed hesitantly. “For real?! Does something like a witchcraft manual exist?! Where can I get one?” she asked agitated.

Maybe she wasn't just lucky. She's not ready for another heartache, Ernest definitely has to stay off her mind because she's got to face her life squarely. "Pretty damsel, done working?" "Not yet, but soon" Grace was packing up some of the files she has worked on. "Care for some?" He stretched forth the cake wrapped in foil "No. I pass" deep within her, she knew Ernest wasn't going to take this lightly because it wasn't the first time she had rejected something from him.

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Then holds them tighter, as if something inside of them is more significant than just paper and ribbon. Contradictory to her old clothes and faded sneakers she wears, is her beauty that glisten as water runs down delicate Chinese American features, tracing her cheekbones with the curve. It catches at her lashes and clings there. Her chestnut brown strands hold fast to wet skin as she draws in a ragged breath- almost a sigh, almost a sob. She doesn't know if it is the rain wetting her face or frustration trying to burst inside her chest. It doesn't matter. Nobody notices, huddles in an embrace with this storm, with the idea that one must continue because it would be impossible to stop.

“Because that’s what makes him dangerous. Ethan didn’t even know your middle name until month three. Damien? He’s in your bloodstream already.” Grace’s stomach twisted. She wanted to argue, but deep down, she knew Lila was right. And that terrified her more than anything Damien had ever done. The notebook sat on Grace’s coffee table like a live wire. Even after Lila left that night, the thing radiated quiet power, daring her to open it again. She resisted. She shoved it into a drawer, buried it under bills, but when she tried to sleep, her mind kept circling back. For the thoughts you never say out loud.

DANIEL POV Amelia begins work on her third book when Grace is fifteen months old, and watching her find her voice as an advocate while being an active mother makes me fall in love with her in new ways every single day. "It's going to be different from the novels," she tells me one evening after Grace is in bed, showing me her outline. "Non-fiction. A guide about healing after trauma." I scan the chapter titles and my breath catches. "This is about us."

" I did not turn back. I stepped out of the detention center. Outside, the sun was shining just right. I raised my hand to block it, like I was blocking out all those dark, damp memories. I left her and the past behind for good. … I bought a bunch of old books and newspapers. High school textbooks, math, physics, chemistry workbooks, and some really worn-out college textbooks. I knew my chance was coming. The SAT was waiting for me. In my previous life, I was lost. I was busy with Shirley's career and working hard for our home.

Easing around me, she collects ingredients from the pantry, emerging a moment later to set them on the counter beside the cookbook. “Sounds good. Is this your grandmother’s cookbook?” Holding her place, I skim the neat, handwritten pages before and after, pleased at how well I can read the, large, clear, almost bottom-heavy print. I start to wonder if Grace isn’t so adept as a teacher because she’s grown up seeing and understanding needs like mine from some of her family. “Chive and nettle. Beet. Cheddar bacon. I never knew there were so many kinds of muffins.” Returning to my side with a large bowl, Grace giggles. “Yes, the cookbook is my grandmother’s. You’d have to flip through it, but ma