The Dry (Aaron Falk, #1)

by Jane Harper

Teenage tight, where you believe your friends are soul mates and the bonds will last forever.

Both boots and every pocket of her jeans had been packed tight with stones.

Straightaway, the image started to blur and fade. If she’d lived. If he’d stayed. If everything were different. The idea was a complete fantasy. There were too many lost chances for that vision to have played out.

There was no daily bumper-to-bumper commute, but there was also nowhere much to drive to.

Death rarely changes how we feel about someone. Heightens it, more often than not.”