Violet Walls
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Completed, First published May 20, 2026

This novel follows Alicia, recently relocated from Florida to New York following a family tragedy. Struggling with grief and artistic frustration, she navigates a new life alongside her father, and a distance grows between her and her friend. As she settles into her new home – a house with striking violet walls – Alicia’s attention is drawn to a young man across the street. Meanwhile, navigating a new high school brings Alicia into witness to tense family dynamics and escalating social conflict. The narrative traces early encounters with bullying and harassment, hinting at a complex web of relationships within the school.
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