Going Home: A Novel Novels & Stories

The next day, I booked a flight home. Samantha was reluctant to see me go and insisted on taking me all the way to the airport. I hugged her tightly. Over these past days, I truly had drawn a great deal of strength from her. When I returned home, the first thing I saw in the living room was our wedding photo. The wedding ring Sean had taken off still lay alone on the table, making that portrait feel all the more ironic. Marriage can’t hold down an unfaithful man, but it can trap a woman still struggling in love.

Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown. "Silas, if our company ever really makes it big, let's move our headquarters to Norcrown! But I've heard office space in the financial district costs a fortune… When the time comes, let's rent an entire floor and make it grand! How does that sound?" I was still lost in thought when the car stopped in front of an estate in the heart of the city. The moment I walked in, the smell of home-cooked food greeted me. My mom ran out of the kitchen, her eyes red, and she gave me a big hug. "Silas! You're finally home! Look how thin you've gotten! Just how much have you been through out there?!"

At the very least, not now. Two days after I was discharged, Aiden finally came home. Chloe was sent to her grandmother's house. I was sitting alone at the dining table, eating a bowl of plain noodles. He walked in, took off his coat, changed his shoes, and glanced at me. His voice was indifferent as he said he was out of town for a conference the past two days. I kept my head down, focusing on my noodles, and didn't bother responding.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Alright." My absence had pushed him to the brink. He wanted to bring me back more than anything. But by then, I was already on a cruise ship. I left the Snowfang Pack and headed back to my hometown, the Blaire Pack instead. Returning to familiar territory lifted my spirits. I rented a small flower shop on a street corner, spending my days tending to all sorts of plants. I also hired a sweet lady called Candice Hills, who'd just graduated from college. She loved flowers and was happy to work here. Besides, she often showered me with praises, constantly saying the flowers in my shop were the most beautiful in all of the Blaire Pack.

They had adapted. Eventually, there was nothing left to do but leave. I gathered my things slowly, dragging my feet toward the door I had been so desperate to open that morning. Going home felt nothing like coming here. The thought of it tightened my chest, filled my mouth with dread I couldn’t quite swallow. Home meant silence. Questions. The space where everything had gone wrong. Still, I turned off the lights. Locked up. I stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind me. I didn’t want to go, but I did anyway.

The world felt small and tight inside the dusty granary. The air smelled of old grain and sadness. Outside, the only sound was the steady push of bodies against the heavy oak door. Thud. Thud. Thud. It wasn’t frantic, it wasn’t violent, it was worse: slow, patient, unstoppable. It was like the sound of home itself trying to break in, to swallow them whole in a fake hug that would trap them forever. Eli’s small, pale hand was still reaching out to his sister, Liora, his fingers limp and cold. The words he had spoken, the words it had made him say, “Come Home “ hung frozen in the quiet air.

“But not in a way that feels… overwhelming.” “What feels bigger?” I don’t answer immediately. Because the answer isn’t complicated. “The part of me that wants this,” I say. “Very much.” He doesn’t speak for a second. Then— “Come home.” Simple. Steady. Certain. I start the engine. “I’m on my way.” And as I pull into traffic, merging back into the movement of the city, the words settle into something deeper than routine. Not just direction. Not just destination. Something else entirely. I’m going home.

Her world had been full of dreams then, of life in the big city, of being engaged in a more vital, immediate, impactful world. “Well, you got what you wished for,” she murmured. Her life on Capitol Hill had certainly been . . . impactful. Ten years later, here she was, back home again. Only, as the old adage so wisely proclaimed, she couldn’t go home again. Not really. She was back in the Cove . . . but had no idea what home would actually mean to her now. “Home, and yet . . . not entirely home.”

He went very still. "It's done," I said. "It's done." "Then come home." I looked up at him, and there was no debt left between us, no contract, no collateral, no ledger, no gun, no city that wanted me dead, only the two of us in a borrowed kitchen with the sea coming up gold outside the window. "Not as your prisoner. I was that, once, and I'll never be it again, and you'd never ask me to. Not as your cover, the press moved on, my name's clean, Naomi buried the last thread. There's no version of this left where I have to be here." I tightened my grip on his wet hand. "So I'm telling you I want to be. Come home, Malik. And I'll come with you. Not because I'm caught. Because I choose it. As the

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