Then She Was Gone

by Lisa Jewell

If she could rewind the timeline, untwist it and roll it back the other way like a ball of wool, she’d see the knots in the yarn, the warning signs. Looking at it backward it was obvious all along. But back then, when she knew nothing about anything, she had not seen it coming. She had walked straight into it with her eyes open.

“I mean,” says Blue, “that a man who can’t love but desperately needs to be loved is a dangerous thing indeed.