The Cuckoo's Calling (Cormoran Strike, #1)

by Robert Galbraith

Seven and a half million hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many, after all, would be aching far worse than his.

But the lies she told were woven into the fabric of her being, her life; so that to live with her and love her was to become slowly enmeshed by them, to wrestle her for the truth, to struggle to maintain a foothold on reality.

But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.