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April 11 - May 2, 2025
“It was, but I would never turn a patient away just because they have a history of this type of behavior. And that incident ended up saving my niece’s life.
I understood how scared Frances was, and how few friends she had. The least I could do was continue to believe her, while the rest of the village whispered behind her back.”
Because I know of four people who saw Great Aunt Frances shortly before she died: Oliver, who was at her estate to go over some property issues, as confirmed by Archie Foyle; Archie, who Mr. Gordon said delivers fresh flowers from the gardens for Great Aunt Frances to arrange every morning; and now Magda and Dr. Owusu, provided Great Aunt Frances actually made it to this appointment.
“My favorite chess saying is very simple: You can play without a plan, but you’ll probably lose.” His smile broadened, and he put the queen in her place on the board.
“Don’t worry about upsetting me, Annie. If there’s bad news, there’s bad news.”
I tried to play this game with a plan, but it looks like I lost anyway. So I’ve set my plan to continue without me.
He was silent behind me, like some slinking shadow, and the fact that he hadn’t stepped in to defend himself or to try to talk to me at all spoke volumes.
How did a teenage girl with such a keen sense of self-awareness become such a paranoid woman? Being betrayed by everyone she felt close to was probably a start.
with knowledge that sometimes even the best evidence can lead you to the wrong conclusions.
“I need to go back into the house. There’s so much I need to do,”
prediction Laura is Emilys daughter
“I’m not asking about John right now. I’ll have words with him later. Right now I’m asking why you had to make that choice.” My voice was whip-sharp, and she flinched as if I’d cut her. The effect was rather satisfying.
And that’s the thing with lies: They’re much easier to believe when it’s an idea you like.
The food at the pub was surprisingly good, and I don’t think either of us really remembered that the other was there for most of the evening. It was the most relaxing time I’ve spent in a man’s presence in years.
I’ve come to see the women in my family as lonely pillars. Great Aunt Frances filing everyone else’s lives away on her estate in Castle Knoll, while Mum is shut up in the Chelsea house painting out her past. And me, now adrift between them, trying to work out whose story I’m telling and whose story I’m living.
but she can take simple things and make them special.
“there’s a lot of goodness in you, but be careful this doesn’t eat up your ability to have faith in people.”
my own story is a living thing. It unfolds and turns and folds itself over again. When you write it all down, you can go back and find meaning you’d never noticed was there all along.
The outrage of the crime itself doesn’t go away just because you’ve put the pieces together.
straightforward villain, someone who thought he could control a situation with violence.
