The Mystery Guest (Molly the Maid, #2)

by Nita Prose

Isn’t it interesting how a person can be as present after death as they were in real life?

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to go back to places you remember from your childhood, to see them again through adult eyes? Would they look the same or would they appear smaller, like objects in a rearview mirror, not because they have changed but because you have?

You can fight monsters you can see, or you can run away from them. But the invisible ones are inescapable.

“It’s a matter of polish,” I say. “With most things, especially masterpieces, it’s about removing the tarnish to reveal the shine.”

Shame is the scar the demons leave behind. You remember that, Molly,” Gran says.

it doesn’t matter if you understand another person’s pain because their injury is real nonetheless.

My gran. She was always like that. She always found a way to ignite hope. And what is hope if not the decision to shine light into the dark?

“One foot in front of the other. It’s the only way to get anywhere in this life.”

“We all make mistakes. It’s what we do after that matters.”

I may miss what you think is obvious, but I’ve always been attuned to what others ignore. We’re all the same in different ways, Detective Stark. My gran taught me that long ago.”

One must look beyond the surface to see true value in anything.”