Today is the last free day for The Gift in the Hills, and I’ve been watching the numbers rise quietly — thirty downloads, then a few more.
I keep thinking about what that means. Not “sales” or “reach,” but the fact that thirty strangers somewhere in the world chose to open a story that came from my silence.
When I wrote The Gift in the Hills, I wasn’t trying to write a love story. I was trying to write a moment — the one where loneliness finally meets tenderness and doesn’t know what to do with it.
It’s strange how hard it is to accept what we’ve longed for. That’s what this story became for me: a quiet experiment in courage.
If you’d like to read it, it’s still free till midnight. After that, it returns to its ordinary life on Kindle.
Thank you to everyone who downloaded, shared, or just stopped by. You made the beginning feel real.
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