The Last Thing He Told Me (Hannah Hall, #1)

by Laura Dave

This is the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn’t with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

It feels like a victory that we are moving closer to the truth. But when the truth is taking you somewhere you don’t want to go, you also aren’t sure. You aren’t sure you want that win.

At the moment I tell him the only piece of truth I know. “Sometimes you can sense it,” I say. “Sense what?” he says. “When it’s all up to you.”