Soul Searching: A Sweetwater Peak Novel

by Lyla Sage

I’m just a firm believer in the whole “distance makes the heart grow fonder” thing. 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.

For real though

There were two things I wanted as a kid: glasses and a nickname. Why seven-year-old me wanted to be visually impaired? Who knows.

Literally same. I purposely tried to fail a vision test. 👓

“Like you can’t just go from the Shire to Mordor.” I withheld the joke about simply walking into Mordor. I didn’t want to lose her all the way. “You have to meet orcs and encounter dangerous landscapes, and struggle against the ring.”

“You brought me to a murder house!” “Again, it’s an accidental murder house.” Brady’s eye twitched. “And we’re not hanging out in the murder area. We’re going to the attic.” “Yeah, because the attic in a murder house is so much better.” “Isn’t it, though?”

😂😂

“Closing, remember?” Right. Of course. Brady wanted me to lock the door because we were leaving—not because he wanted to take me on the couch. Bummer.

Biiiiig bummer

“I would not let you get possessed,” I said. “I don’t think you can control that.” “Okay, maybe not, but I can be very persuasive. I’d talk the ghost out of it—tell them you’re not worth possessing.” Brady looked like he was fighting a smile. “I don’t know if I should be offended that you don’t think I’m worth possessing.” “Oh my god. Do you want to get possessed or not?” “I’m going to go with no.”

This made me giggle ❤️