So Much To Lose Joel Miller Novels & Stories

The other two were you and the drop pod? ‘Aye,’ Miller said. ‘The pod landed in the sea. I got snarled up near Bishop’s Cragg. Stayed there shiverin’ and livin’ on aircrew rations for a few nights.’ ‘What of the Cryptic Crypt?’ Elmo asked. ‘Was that Klaus’ work, too?’ Miller appeared uncomfortable. He shuffled uneasily in his seat. ‘No,’ he said. ‘That came later.’ ‘After Klaus died?’ Lucas said.

Miller reaching out to squeeze my hand, Lia rubbing slow circles on my back, June hovering like she wanted to hug me again but didn’t know if I’d break. “Oh, things like that happen, love. Don’t take it to heart,” Mrs. Miller said, her voice cracking on the last word despite how hard she tried to sound gentle. But she was taking it to heart. I could hear it. Everyone could. This wasn’t just some abstract loss to her—it was her grandchild. The last piece of Tobias she might ever have held. The reminder of her dead son, gone before it even had a chance to breathe. I bit the inside of my lip until I tasted copper, forcing my eyes down to my lap so no one would see the tears threatening to spill

Someone was talking back to us. HELLO, MIRELE AND TOBY, CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS? "Of course we can," Mirele thought back. "Who are we talking to?" THIS IS JONATHAN AT THE KEYBOARD, BUT EVERYONE ELSE IS HERE, TOO. YOU SHOULD HEAR THE RACKET OUT HERE! THANK GOD YOU'RE ALL RIGHT. I could visualize his smile as well... and his tears. He had lost his grandson, but we were ready to save the world.

Abel left the marriage with nothing and was ordered to pay me five million dollars. That amount covered the funds he had embezzled from my company after deducting his salary. As the hearing concluded, Abel shouted at me like a madman, "Aspen Larkin! You don't even need that money! Why are you pushing me like this?" I didn't look back at him. Instead, I walked straight out. This farce had finally come to an end with the judge's ruling. At that moment, Andre was waiting for me outside. It was his birthday, and I knew he had planned a surprise for me.

"This shows a thirty-million-dollar loss. Miller what have you done?" "I... I don't know!" Mike stammered. His face turned a shade of grey. "The file was fine when I saved it. There must be a virus, a glitch!" "Vane Industries doesn't have glitches Mr. Miller," my voice boomed through the speakers. "We only have managers. You have forty-eight hours to fix this. The acquisition is dead so is your career." I turned off the mic. I leaned back. I watched Mike sweat through his silk shirt. It was the time; in ten years I felt truly warm.

My eyes widened curiously as I watched their guest walk in. “Dr. Miller?” “James.” I looked at Joey and Jessica. Neither looked surprised to see him. “I mind-linked him,” Joey explained. “Why?” “Because I am the one who started the Movement,” Dr. Miller answered for Joey. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch that I was on. “I thought I could give you the most answers.” “Wh-why?” “You do not want answers?” Dr. Miller asked in mock sarcasm.

As time went by, Joana's resentment grew. She was convinced that we definitely had something valuable hidden away because we were so wealthy, and she kept looking for opportunities to steal something to make up for her losses. One day, I had to leave the house to run an errand. She seized the chance to sneak into my upstairs study and used a tall stool to reach the safe I kept high up on a shelf. However, she lost her balance, and her body tipped to the side before she fell off the stool.

“You’re allowed to give me a moment to do it.” He accepted that. Picked up his keys. “It was your writing that made me think of it,” he said. “So it would be yours too, if you wanted it to be. Not mine with your name attached. Yours, with whatever support I can offer.” He left. I stood in the kitchen for a long time after the front door closed. I called Kendrick at ten. “Question,” I said when he picked up. “Always a bad sign,” he said. “If someone wanted to use a platform to advocate for better support and research funding around pregnancy loss. Real advocacy, not just content. Could that be a direction?”