Lucas Durand - Historical Novel

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The air outside was aching with heat, the kind that didn’t just sit on your skin but sunk in through your pores and settled in your bones. Jacksonville in June didn’t ask permission, it arrived. Loud and alive and aching with memory. The sun had dipped behind the pine trees and buildings that leaned like tired shoulders, but the heat stayed. Heat didn’t care what time it was. It remembered. And this heat remembered it was Juneteenth. The street outside 203