The Butterfly Garden (The Collector, #1)

by Dot Hutchison

Sometimes you can look at a wedding and realize with a certain sense of resignation that any children produced in that marriage will inevitably be fucked up and fucked over.

I wondered if it would have been kinder to let her stay shattered. To let her die.

“I only just met you, Felicity Farrington, but I love you, and I will remember you.”