Everyone on This Train is a Suspect (Ernest Cunningham, #2)

by Benjamin Stevenson

“Hey.” I felt a surprising amount of empathy for Royce in this moment. “You told me yourself you got through four rejections for your first book. You’ve gotten over bigger hurdles. Chin up.”

“If I do nothing,” I said, “everything that happens from here is my fault.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“You weren’t invited on this festival, Ern. I was.”

A book isn’t a book until it’s read.

Ernest finally told me whose story this was: ours.