Katie Lattari

“The way she offered her hand. The way he accepted it and followed her, without a word. And of course they would feel this quiet closeness; they grew up in the same small town. Have overlapping friend and family circles. Went to the same schools. They know each other in a way none of us could ever know them.”
― Katie Lattari, Dark Things I Adore

“<spoiler> It's 3:56 a.m. ...The house is silent. My room and the hallway outside are dark. It's been over an hour since Max hanged himself. I was smart enough to do some research on his computer in the lead-up to this, asking the internet how long it would take to die by hanging. I'd erased his search history each time I trespassed over the past year of course, lest he might see somehow what had been searched. But the police would look at his hard drive if they got any weird feelings about it at all. And there the key strokes would be. My hard drive would have keystrokes about autumn recipes and best gifts for a thesis advisor. My computer would show that I was looking toward a celebration with my mentor. His show computer would show he wasn't looking toward any of future. </spoiler>”
― Katie Lattari, Dark Things I Adore