Nineteen Minutes

by Jodi Picoult

He was a detective, but he didn’t detect anything. It fell into his lap, already broken, every time.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask . . . with nothing beneath it?

Children didn’t make their own mistakes. They plunged into the pits they’d been led to by their parents.