The Alice Network: A Novel

You are a failure, my nasty inner voice whispered, but I pushed it away, hard.

The house was silent as an unexploded grenade.

just closed my eyes and moved my feet and tried to . . . Well, not forget my hovering cloud of grief, but at least dance under it.

the face of someone who did care, and was cared for in return.

Because you’d be surprised how weeks turn into years.