Going Home: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Come on, baby, let's get out of here." "Where are we going, momma?" "On an adventure to a new place. How exciting is that?" I force myself to sound more excited than I feel and thankfully Nina buys it as her all body starts bouncing with excitement as we turn away from the only place that she has ever known as her home and head back down the alleyway and to the start of our new life.

Les wondered how all this was going to play out back home when the McKinleys returned. Taking the stairs to the fourth floor, his head buzzing, he reached the fourth-floor landing, and sat down on the top step, dropping his head into his hands. He thought about home, for one wild moment he thought he could smell pine resin on his hands. He fought with his breathing to calm down. When his heartbeat returned to normal he let his thoughts drift. He thought about his old dog Charlie, his loyal companion during his childhood. He thought about Finley, his buddy all through high school and college. He wondered where Fin was these days. He made a mental note to go on the Net to look him up.

Adam is proud of her and supports her every step of the way. Eventually, Samantha's contract at the company comes to an end, and she decides to move back home to be with her family. She is grateful for the experience, but realizes that being close to her loved ones is most important to her. Adam and Samantha are thrilled to be reunited and start a new chapter in their lives together. They have both grown and learned so much, and are excited for what the future holds.

The plane touched down in France. As I stepped off and onto foreign soil, I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. No more Jennings family. No Shawn Scott. No Yvonne. No more cruel ghosts or rotten betrayals. Here, I was just Zoe, a woman on her own. I used my savings to rent a small apartment in Paris and started my new life. That day, I dressed up just a little. I wanted to walk around and finally enjoy the beauty of Paris.

“I’m afraid he does not have any money for the plane fare to send him home, and he’s ashamed to ask for it. So I’ve come to take him home with me.” “Where is home, dear?” “We live an hour away from Chicago in a town you probably never heard of.” “Hmm... that’s a bit far from here. What was your brother doing here, if I may ask?” “He was on a hiking trip to conquer the Great Divide. And he decided to explore Washington while he was around.” “Do you have a picture of your brother I can show around?” “Yeah.” Bree produced a copy of the last photo they took together. Bran had an afternoon shadow, so one could imagine what he would look like with a full-on beard and mustache.

I did not know ghosts could feel revulsion! Jasmine buried herself in Connor's arms, allowing him to carry her back to bed. He sat on the edge of her bed, humming gently to coax her to sleep. Jasmine's eyes were closed as she savored that moment, so she did not notice how Connor's gaze flitted to the door. I was so bored that I leaned against the windowsill to gaze at the view. I would give anything to go home! Finally, after Jasmine had drifted off to sleep, Connor tiptoed out of the room. He took out his phone and pulled up our chat. The last message between us had been from me. It was a sticker, a pink pig blowing kisses.

We had not just survived our story. *** The homecoming was not a fanfare, but a quiet, profound reintegration. Arthur moved back into the house, and the silence that had been so oppressive was now filled with the comfortable, familiar sounds of our life together—the rustle of his newspaper, the clink of his coffee cup, the soft hum of his presence in the next room. The peace felt deeper now, hard-won and infinitely more precious.

Ella’s POV The London fog didn't just sit outside the bookstore; it seemed to have seeped into my very marrow. Isadora Blackwood stood there, a specter of a life I had amputated without anesthesia, her eyes reflecting the same storm-tossed grey as the Thames. "I’m not going back, Isadora," I said, my voice as flat and cold as the coins in the register. "There is no 'home' to go back to. There is a mausoleum filled with people who share a name. That’s it."

"Go home, Isla. I’ll find another way back." As I drove Noah’s truck back to the house alone, the silence was deafening. The foundation hadn't just cracked tonight. It had shattered. And as I pulled into the driveway of the only home I had left, I realized that the boy who promised he would never leave me was the one who had just sent me away, since I was ten years old, Noah Callahan didn’t walk me home.

Come home with me. He looked at me, and for the first time, his eyes were wet. "Let's leave the past behind, okay? "Come home, Maddie. I'll find the boy a good home. I won't hold any of it against you." I pulled free and shoved him toward the door. "Jeremy." A woman's laugh drifted in from outside. My hands curled into fists. Jessica stood in the doorway, wearing a tailored designer dress and teetering on stiletto heels. She looked like she belonged in a penthouse, not a tin-roofed shack.