History Is All You Left Me Novels & Stories

It felt like the pain and shadows of the past were being slowly stripped away with each brush stroke. Meanwhile, my phone was still going strong with message notifications coming from Gerald. [Nessa, how did you string the bracelet you gave me? What if a bead breaks?] [Don't get me wrong. I didn't pick it back up. I just want to make one for Belinda as a gift.] [Nessa, answer me!] [When did you learn to play hard to get?] … The notifications kept chiming nonstop. Without hesitation, I picked up my phone, erased our entire chat history, and blacklisted his contact.

She flicked the cigarette butt to the wet pavement and crushed it under her heel. “You stopped when you found a newer model. Someone who reminded you of Sara before you broke her.” “That’s not true…” His voice was a child’s whimper. Isabella exhaled the last of the smoke. “You are your father’s son. All charm, no loyalty.” Back in the silent, cavernous mansion, Matteo started drinking. He ordered that nothing of Sara’s be removed. Not a hairpin, not a book. He sat at her vanity, staring at the silver pen she’d used to write the damning agreement.