Soul Searching: A Sweetwater Peak Novel

by Lyla Sage

For the past three years, it had been covered by a tarp in a storage unit in Meadowlark—about two hours south of Sweetwater Peak—which I got to by hitching a ride with a nice couple who were on my flight from Portland to Jackson. They were going to some guest ranch in the area for a week.

Ayyyye 😍

I’ve never loved my family more than when I wasn’t living in the same town as them. Boundaries worked a hell of a lot better when there were thousands of miles between us.

I’m also like…super out of money.

Aren't we all 😅

Did I just pepper-spray Clarke’s boyfriend again or something?

Again...? 💀

“Fruit—I’ve got peaches coming out of my ass, I swear—yogurt, scrambled eggs, and toast.” “Ew, I don’t want your ass peaches,” I said, and Clarke rolled her eyes.