We Are All Guilty Here (North Falls, #1)

by Karin Slaughter

“How did I do?” “You did great,” Celia said. “I wish I could wear eyeshadow again. I get in front of the mirror and it’s like trying to draw crayon on a ballsac.”

They had lived under the pressure of uncertainty for so long that they had trouble figuring out how to live. They called it Lazarus syndrome. Coming back from the dead.”