One Perfect Couple

by Ruth Ware

All my life I had been the logical, analytical person in any group, the one who didn’t shriek at the sight of a maggot in her apple, who didn’t cry when my professor told me my paper wasn’t up to scratch.

I was the person who kept it together and sorted everything the fuck out. That was my role. That was who I was. And I was not about to lose it now.