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?

But words—the sting of them, the stigma—endured forever. Their words sting to this very day.

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