One by One

by Ruth Ware

‘OK, save me from myself, take the tray away before I go full Homer Simpson and start drooling on the floor.’

I am very, very good at making myself invisible.

avalanche, it wasn’t terror or fear that was uppermost in my mind but a kind of shocked disbelief, that this had happened to me, to us. I was not this person. I was not the person terrible things happened to. That was other people, other families. I was golden, slipping through life on a charm,

because I was supposed to be lucky.