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I was standing on the beach, her note twisted in my grip. We’d barely spoken in a week but then I was leaving work and I saw the strip of paper tucked underneath my windshield. It said to meet her. That she was sorry. And yet there I was, watching the waves lap at her from a distance, hair already wet and hanging down her back, as if I was the one who should be sorry.
Because I’d said no.
She’d asked me for one thing. To go with her. And I’d said no.
I finally waded out to where she was waiting on the first sand bar.
After a long pause she said, “I’m sorry.”
She reached for my hand and I reached back.
“I’m sorry too,” I said.
“Don’t,” she stopped me.
We waded out a little farther and she floated onto her back. I watched the night ripple over her, stars flush to her skin. She slipped out of her bathing suit, the fabric floating there atop the water as the moon pooled across her skin, light bleeding into her navel, down between her breasts.
My fingers crawled across her skin and she pulled me under. I found her lips, bodies pouring into one another while the light danced above our heads. She led me toward the air again, her eyes catching the night’s flame, flickering there in the dark.
“Do you think this is what it feels like?” she said.
“Do you think this is what it feels like to be dead?”
“What do you mean?”
She kicked, floating onto her back again, stars tangled in her hair.
“This drifting. I bet it’s warm. I bet it feels like a wave pulling you away from shore.”
“No,” I said, afraid.
“Do you think there are stars? Do you think you can get tangled in them?”
“There’s no heaven for stars.”
She stood, facing the moon. “Unless that’s it.”
“Maybe,” I said, still watching her.
“Maybe. Sometimes I wish I could remember,” she said. “Like maybe it would give me permission to be sad. Like maybe then Mari wouldn’t hate me.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?”
Then I remembered what day it was. The day her father had died.
“You don’t need that from her,” I said.
“Yes I do,” Nia breathed. “Today I do.”
Tears slid down her neck and into the water. I reached for her.
“I hope this is what it’s like.”
Nia held her breath, letting go of my hand, and then I watched her sink
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River has just lost the one thing that matters most to him—Nia—and all she’s left behind is a pile of scribbled love notes detailing their past and a pin-holed map planning out their future. Hopes and dreams confined to one dimension now that she’s gone and River’s too afraid to leave his hometown, crippled by the same anxiety that’s plagued his mother for as long as he can remember.
But after a strange encounter with the only girl he ever loved a week after laying her to rest, River, armed with nothing but her map and his memories, decides to finally leave and never look back. And with the help of a pair of eccentrically named siblings as well as a mutt with three legs, he sets out to do the very thing Nia always knew how to do better than he ever could—live.
From the moonlit beaches off of Florida’s east coast, to the forests of Mississippi, to Bourbon Street, Cadillac Ranch, and the Arizona desert, River is faced with not only Nia’s ghost but his own and he learns that in life there are no accidents, only miracles.
Only Nadia wasn’t waiting for them when they landed., muling drugs from Colombia and earning enough money to buy her family’s freedom to the States. They’d had a plan. Nadia would make one final drop in Boston, her siblings following her on a separate flight, leaving behind the shanty towns and the ashes of a territory war that had taken everything from them, including their parents.
Jax is the heir to the largest drug operation in Boston, every officer and city official in his brother’s back pocket. But when their mother leaves, abandoning not only her sons but a lifetime’s worth of being afraid, Jax decides to leave too. He’s seen enough. Done enough. And all he wants to be is numb—alone and frozen as he trades his mother’s old apartment for an abandoned lifeguard stand near the harbor.
He’s almost mastered it too, until he’s attacked one night by a girl he’s never seen before. Though he knows those eyes—the same one’s belonging to the girl who ran with his brother’s money, the girl his brother would find, though this time without Jax’s help. Because Jax isn’t just looking for a way out, he’s looking for a way to make amends. To be the son his mother could love again. But as Jax helps Rani find the things she’s lost, she helps him find something even more precious than redemption—a reason to live.
Gritty and raw, Orphans of Paradise isn’t just a dark exploration of the underground drug trade, but it’s the story of two broken people, their pieces so intensely tangled, trying to assemble what’s left of themselves into something new.
The war took everything. Except the truth. When Liliana and her family move back to Argentina after seeking refuge in the States during La Guerra Sucia, a lifetime’s worth of wondering comes to a head, reigniting the search for what really happened to her mother, one of the thousands of los desaparecidos—the disappeared.
With the help of a young Flamenco player who saw the atrocities committed by the military firsthand, Liliana not only makes the devastating discovery of what really happened to her mother but by forcing open the country’s old wounds as well as her own she also learns a disturbing truth about her origins that will reconstruct the lives of the people she loves most.
Seamlessly alternating between the voices of mother and daughter—one trying to survive the rising chaos of The Dirty War and the other sifting through its aftermath, The Things They Didn’t Bury is a novel about forbidden love and family secrets.
Gripping, heartbreaking and lyrical this is not a story about war or about the secrets still buried beneath its wreckage but it is a story about the things they didn’t bury, intangible and infinite—love, truth, and family.