One of Us Is Back (One of Us Is Lying, #3)

by Karen M. McManus

Everyone’s too busy to talk to me, or maybe they’ve already heard that I lost it in the dining room and are giving me space. Which is a concept I’ve hated ever since Emma did it to me after our father died. I don’t understand how you can look at someone who’s obviously hurting and think, You know what this person needs? More time in their own head.

I add, swinging my gaze back toward Monica. There are three of her now, which is three too many. Or four, even. A negative number of Monicas would be preferable.