The Last Devil to Die (Thursday Murder Club, #4)

by Richard Osman

“Stephen, I am losing my mind—I feel it slipping away daily. I send you my love, dear man, a year into the future. I hope you are able to do something with this letter. I love you and, assuming you have done what you’re told and read this to Elizabeth, then, Elizabeth, I love you too. Yours faithfully, Stephen.”

But, however much life teaches you that nothing lasts, it is still a shock when it disappears.

You understand that these people are still alive? Everyone who dies is alive. We call people ‘dead’ because we need a word for it, but ‘dead’ just means that time has stopped moving forward for that person? You understand? No one dies, not really.”

While love is alive, I could never choose to kill it.