Waiting for the Flood (Spires, #2)

by Alexis Hall

You don’t really fall in love with a house. You fall in love with the life you could have in it.

Life is so full of rough edges—small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.

People don’t want to hurt each other; it’s just sometimes they forget.

“That’s kind of what a community does, or family, or friends, or your partner—it teaches you how to count something as a win even if it doesn’t benefit you directly.”

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I’m supposed to just walk through them.28