Postmortem (Kay Scarpetta, #1)

by Patricia Daniels Cornwell

I had no children. I would have made an awful mother.

blame. “He’s a loner,” Wesley went on, “and has a difficult time with close relationships, though he may be considered pleasant or even charming to acquaintances. He wouldn’t be close to any one person. He’s the type to pick up a woman in a bar, have sex with her and find it frustrating and highly unsatisfactory.”

When she was a baby her fists were no bigger than walnuts. I remembered the way she would reach out to me when I was visiting back then, the way she would grab my index finger and smile while a strange and wonderful warmth spread through my breast.