House Of Salt And Sorrows Novels & Stories

Suddenly, flashes of memory washed over me and I remembered - it was Hannah, she strangled me. As the realization shook me, I could not fathom how I feel and what I would do. It's impossible and yet the bruises on my neck say otherwise. How could this be? How could Hannah be dead and still inflict pain? I am never the one to believe in the unnatural but this pain, the bruises, the memories in my head, they are too real to just brush off. Am I crazy? Knowing that I caused her a lot of pain and ultimately caused her death is so heavy in my heart. I could not begin to fathom how I could live my life from hereon. I could not possibly continue seeing Cassidy knowing what I know now. I went to the

Beside him, Vanessa looked down at me, eyes glinting with triumph, her smirk filled with condescension. Karen, exhausted from hurling insults, tossed the wooden ruler aside and collapsed onto the sofa with a frustrated sigh. "If only I’d held firm against Mother’s wishes and never agreed to your marriage! Now look at this mess—bringing a cursed wretch into our family was the worst decision we ever made!" I let out a bitter laugh as I sat on the cold floor. I had endured too much heartbreak in this house—Grandma’s passing, Lucas’s affairs, and in five years, I had lost five children…

Chapter 14: What the Dreams Mean Monday morning broke with a thick pink fog curled low over the streets of Black Salt, like something had clawed its way outta the earth and didn’t much care about bein' seen. It wrapped around the cracked sidewalks, clung to front porches, and smothered the school yard like breath from somethin' sleepin' too close. You could taste it—like copper and river mud. Wren stood outside the school doors, arms folded tight over her chest, chin buried in her scarf. "That fog ain’t right," she muttered.