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352 pages, Hardcover
First published February 4, 2020
“Do you know what I mean when a situation or a time can feel like the end of your world, the somehow becomes the making of it, and you?”
“Death—but most especially murder—ripped so many lives to shreds. And no matter how they were put back together, they were never, ever the same.”
“I can’t change what I did, only what I do.”
“Darling? Spare a minute?”
She came back, her ’link pressed, screen down, to her chest. And hissed, “Don’t call me darling when I’m talking to cops.”
“Sorry, Lieutenant Darling.”
She rolled her eyes. “What?”
At the end, at his limit, he said her name.
Like a prayer, a plea, a demand all in one.
"We don't have high school, so to speak, in Ireland."
If you didn't love New York, she thought, you didn't belong there.
"... parents who protect fuckhead kids from fuckhead behavior often promote fuckhead adults."
“He’s shattered, and he’s trying to remember if he kissed her goodbye that morning. Did he say he loved her, did he kiss her goodbye, because she’s gone. And I thought, I was pissed, and I walked out. I didn’t kiss you goodbye. I didn’t tell you I love you. And damn it, who knows better than I do that everything can change, can break, and you never get that chance again?”
“My darling Eve.” He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
“It’ll happen again. It may be you who’s pissed and walks out. So I want to say when it does happen, either way, to remember this right here.” She cupped his face in her hands, kissed him. “Just remember.”
“And you.” He kissed her back”
'Tis education forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
- Alexander Pope