River Sing Me Home Novels & Stories

Reva calls and is quiet for a long moment on the phone and then says, "Your mother always believed in rivers. She said once that Volana wolves are like water, they find every crack, they get through. She would have loved this name." I hold the phone against my face after the call ends. Outside, the June evening is still doing the long gold thing. Inside, Lyra is singing her grandmother's song, the one she found in my field, the one no one taught her, and somewhere inside me River is reaching outward toward whatever the world is going to offer. Going everywhere. The way water always does.

Two days later, with the household staff holding me for support, I walked into the Gray family's memorial hall. I sat weakly on a chair while Walter crawled across the floor, looking like a wretched mess. His entire body was covered in wounds and blood. Even his clothes were completely destroyed. It looked like he had suffered a lot in the last few days, most likely having been given a good beating. When he saw me, his eyes flickered with emotion. As for me, I felt a surge of rage when I saw his face. He had killed my child and livestreamed my suffering online.

Not yet. I type two words. It’s over. Then I add one more line. “Coming home.” I hit send. The river hums beneath us, steady and quiet at last.

I will ask. "Nothing. It's just a river here." he said laughing. I just nodded. We drank there and the cousins ​​sang. Both of their voices are very beautiful. I hope everyone can sing really well. They sang the song Yohann's mom wrote.. "I Love You My Love" In a full world Of mystery I met someone like you At first it was just like a game Can't believe it We were brought together What a meeting This? Meet the world of Technology You captured my heart

BLAKE “Where to, Sweetness? It’s up to you,” I say. “Anywhere. Just not home. I don’t want to go home just yet. Please,” she answers. I don’t think I could deny her anything, and I definitely don’t want her to go home right now, so I start the car and pull out of the parking lot to head to the perfect place. She rolls down her window, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen with her eyes closed and the wind blowing through her hair.

Ryan I sit alone on the riverbank, watching the current sweep briskly past, pulling my fishing line along with it. The bright sunlight sparkles off the little crests and troughs of ripples in the water's surface. A light breeze teases the weeds at the edge of the riverbank and leaves in the trees of the forest beyond. Melodic strains of birdsong, sounds of the forest, and the water rushing quietly by all blend together into the soothing rhythm of peace.

"I don't want Mom's belongings anymore. I don't care if you sold it. I just want you to come home. So, call me now!" Unfortunately, she received no reply to any of her texts. Her breathing became heavy. She tried to get up but knocked over the glass of water next to her. The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a crack. Her brow twitched, and she crouched down to pick it up, only to cut her finger on the sharp glass. Blood splattered against the glass, causing her to hiss in pain. Yet, her gaze drifted, seemingly into a daze.

Beep. “Cailen please just come home. Asher's sorry. You guys need to talk this out, you can't just run from it. I realize you might need some time but could you just answer me? Please, I need to know how you're doing, I'm your brother and I'm worried about you. Please call me.” Beep. “Cailen, honey, please come home. William's freaking out and he won't tell us what's wrong, only that he needs you to come home. Please come home, baby. I love you.”

At that moment, my eyes widen with hope, tears fall and I whisper. “Someone finally heard my call.”

" My cheek burned. But I was eerily calm. The poor boy who once thought twelve-dollar burger was expensive could now toss out one point two million without blinking. He had forgotten how many people's livelihoods depended on the decisions in his hand. Or maybe he knew and simply did not care. If one point two million did not matter, what about one hundred times that? I wanted to see whether he would still be so careless then. I asked my best friend, Olivia Hart, to meet me for afternoon tea. She was still cursing Marcus when I received a message from Riley. "Ms. Rivers, please come back to the office. Now."