Honey and Hinges
“I’m not dramatic. I’m detailed,” she said. Her words slicing through the sarcasm curling on Lina Matthews’ lips like sharpened arrows dressed in silk.
The heat in her eyes cooled suddenly, the way Gramma used to splash cold water on a pan mid-boil. Sharp, sudden, and final.
This wasn’t the first time. And she knew, with a sigh as old as her patience, it wouldn’t be the last.
Lina had a habit of stepping all over her judgment, with sharp stilettos and sharper smirk intact.
But today? Today, it was done.
She exhaled. The kind of exhale that feels like unclenching your entire soul.Her heart, which had been folded into a tight little ball, just so it wouldn’t explode all over Lina in a way that might seem dramatic, finally stretched open.
She took a deep breath and walked toward the hall, spine straightened, not with pride, but in a desperate attempt to release the rage simmering beneath her skin.
Then, without warning, the last eighteen months played out before her eyes. Slide by slide. Frame by frame.
Eighteen months of sweat and blood.Of sleepless nights and skipped meals.Of uncertainty, self-doubt, doing and undoing, believing and breaking.
A lump rose in her throat, thick and hot. Like unspoken pain trying to claw its way out. She stopped. Just for a moment. To breathe. To gather herself.
The sunlight kissed her face. Gentle, like a long-lost friend. To her left, the gardenias had exploded into bloom, covering the porch bench like a quiet parade.
She hadn’t noticed them before. Now, it felt like they had bloomed just for her.The morning breeze picked up their scent. Strong, sweet, stubborn. And wrapped her in it.
It didn’t just wash her skin. It washed her soul.
She was almost at the door. Her eyes skimmed over the massive teak frame. Grand, imposing, every panel etched with intricate carvings that whispered of old money and older secrets. It looked recently polished; the wood gleamed in the sun, golden and warm, like honey about to drip.
She paused in front of it. One breath in, steady, slow, maybe a little rehearsed. Then, with the kind of calm that only came from chaos, she pushed open the right panel.
“Now, you might think this is just a door. But for her, it was a portal. To the truth. To the past. And maybe... to him.”
Wait this literally sounds so soft and emotional already 😭 I just know I’m gonna get way too attached to everyone in this book.