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When she returns to her childhood home for her grandmother's funeral, she expects grief. What she doesn't expect is the house to start whispering. The House Where My Grandmother Waits is a haunting, lyrical novel about lineage, silence, and the mystical pull of memory. Set in a crumbling ancestral home steeped in shadows and untold stories, the novel follows a woman who is pulled deeper into the legacy of grief passed down through generations of women. Letters begin to appear where no one placed them. Mirrors reflect someone else's sorrow. The house, once quiet, begins to awaken with a purpose of its own. As the days pass, she is drawn into dreamlike rituals, ancestral visions, and the reemergence of forgotten parts of herself. Her grandmother-now gone-seems more present than ever, guiding her through the hidden rooms of the house and the even more hidden truths of their bloodline. To heal, she must unravel what her grandmother left unsaid. To survive, she must become the woman her ancestors hoped would one day return. For readers of The Ocean at the End of the Lane, The Midnight Library, and The Paper Palace, this is a novel for anyone who's ever felt haunted by what their family tried to forget. Deeply emotional and spiritually resonant, The House Where My Grandmother Waits is an exploration of grief, feminine inheritance, and the magic that rises when we finally stop running from where we came from.