Starting on the new chapter for Web of Lies. Not a ton of progress yet, but I thought I'd give you all a sneak peek anyways.
I heard someone say once that dreams were a pleasant reprieve from a harsh reality. A place to find solace and sanctuary from the chaos of the waking world.
They must have had a nice childhood.
Some nights I find myself fortunate, sleeping dreamlessly. THAT, is my pleasant reprieve.
Tonight, however, I find myself walking the halls of my parents run down house, trailing my fingers along the walls, the paint dull, cracked and peeling. There's a strange man in a nice suit downstairs talking to them. I crouch low next to my brother by the stairs, both of us straining to hear their hushed words. I saw the man when he walked to the house from his car, his stride confident and sure. I hope he's not like the man from the bank. That man wore a nice suit too, and Mama was upset when he left, though she tried her best to hide the tears from my brother and I. I look to Rocco for reassurance, wondering if he knows what they're talking about. He's older than me by a couple years at 13, but we look nearly identical, both the spitting image of our father. I have Mama's eyes though, a deep stormy gray.
