Luminary {Book 2 ✔️}

My mom was crying again—but she was always crying lately.

I could hear her down the hallway, through my door and the walls. Her sobs filtered throughout the entire house. Tears poured down the banister, cries echoed the halls. Slipping out of my bed like I'd done every night for the past week, I padded down the hallway toward her room.

Every night she cried, and every night I walked down the hallway only to find that Harry was already there. So, like last night and the night before, I stood outside her room listening quietly.

"Mom," Harry soothed, "It's gonna be okay."

"No," she whispered, "it's not. He's never coming back."

The words that caused my mother so much pain to say, filled me with relief. The official word on his death was a heart attack, but it wasn't true. Nothing that I'd said in the last week had been true.

I wondered if she knew—if she could tell. Did she know that her fiancé was murdered? Did she know that her daughter was the one who killed him?

I killed him. Me.

Harry shushed our mother and comforted her, while I stood outside like a coward never able to go inside. Tonight was no different. I wasn't sure how long I stood listening to her crying, but eventually, I walked numbly back into my bedroom. I was colder under the blankets than I was outside of them and I hoped for a long sleep. These days, I never wanted to wake up—even my nightmares were better than reality.