The Road Home Novel Novels & Stories

I thought it would get better when I was discharged, and I was relieved when that eventually happened two days later, and I was permitted to go home. The ride home was awfully quiet, only interrupted by the intermittent sounds from the baby. I remained still, hoping that he was going to be the first to break the ice, and that it was not for more than it felt. I hoped he was not harbouring some secret grudge against me, or that he was not nursing some private grievance. Or was he tired and exhausted, like me? I would have said it was a smooth ride back home in any case, if it was actually a ride to our home. As he swerved the car tyres and turned it in a completely different direction, the ro

Am getting a divorce as soon as I set my eyes on Haneef. Don't talk me out of it cause I already made up my mind. I drove my car down the same roads that I did every single day of my career, the same suburban streets; the same lifelessness on the road. Flashes of those painful memories kept creeping up my head. The world had gone quiet, but my mind had not. My head consisted of multiple different train to thoughts, almost colliding and merely skimming each other. I was still in utter disbelief and was starting to wonder if life could get anymore cruel.

It was a beautiful mess, one that made Rain’s eyes dart from one place to another, a smile on her face. Even the road itself made little sense to her. It wasn’t asphalt or even concrete. Rather, it seemed all of the roads in this area of the mountain were made of gravel, poured over top of the mountain bottom, perhaps to make it smoother for the vehicles to travel on. Not that many of them operated inside of the town. She knew the boats and larger vehicles were all kept in a huge garage near the tunnel that they’d used to enter the mountain. She didn’t remember being brought in that way, but Esther had told her all about it later, after she’d awoken and was able to hold a conversation. Small

I ask before I can stop myself. "Dunno bro. Where's home? Home is nowhere but here " Stan says and beats his chest. "Trace and the unborn child, that's home. " I nod in agreement. I believe Stan. Home is not a house with an address. It is the people we love and care about. Stan has his home with Trace and the baby. The silence in the room is deafening. I wonder if I would ever boast of having a home in the future. For now, I know I do not have one.

"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.

"Say whatever you want about me, but don't drag the driver into it. He works hard every day just to support his family." "Support his family?" Lillian raised a brow, amused. Sadie leaned forward and kicked the back of Andrew's seat. "Hey, old man. You're this broke, you even have a wife and kids?" Andrew let out a low, cold laugh and pressed harder on the gas. I turned just in time to see the car shift lanes. At the same moment, my phone kept vibrating in my hand. He was off route.

The road home is different from the road east. Not the road itself. The same road, the same miles, the same stops. But the quality of it is different because we are different from the people who drove this road two days ago. Not dramatically. Just in the small accumulated way of people who have stood in front of something they have been moving toward and have finally arrived there. Bowen sleeps again. I do not tell him. He will deny it.

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

I held the bag in the air, “I want the North End of the city.” North End has always been the territory controlled by the Russo family; it’s their headquarters. I knew he wouldn’t agree. He was never reckless enough to sacrifice his family’s reputation and wealth to make it up to an old flame he had. Unexpectedly, his reply, solid and certain, came back to me like a blow to the gut. “Sure. North End is yours.”

Cassidy was later sentenced for inciting the actions that led to multiple deaths. When the skies finally cleared, the police recovered Jayden's body. To stop anyone else from trying to cross Deadman's Pass, most of the route was permanently sealed. Jayden's parents were gone. The police called me to claim his remains. I refused. Instead, I carried the baked ribs I'd made to my daughter's grave. "Maya, I made your favorite baked ribs. Have a drink with me."