A Trick of the Light (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #7)

by Louise Penny

Perhaps, thought Gamache as he watched, that was what exhausted Normand. Lugging around this memory.

Clara remembered Peter standing in their kitchen, drinking sour champagne. Toasting her solo show with rancid wine, and a smile. But she wasn’t yet ready to talk about it. Besides, Clara thought as she looked at her friend, she was afraid of what Myrna might say.

She didn’t move. He could see her, a dark ridge in the bed, shoved up at the very edge of the world. She couldn’t get further from him without falling out.

“Not anymore I don’t. You don’t love me. Love doesn’t do this.”

Now she realized, looking at this man she’d spent the past twenty-five years with, that she had no idea what he kept in his heart. But she was pretty sure it wasn’t her best interests.