One for Sorrow (Isabel Fielding, #1)

by Sarah A. Denzil

It’s not Silence of the Lambs. I wasn’t Clarice Starling walking past barred cells, dodging the semen of a psychotic killer. I’m Leah. I’m a nurse. I was there to help my patients.

Sometimes it’s easier to be an internet persona than it is to be a real-life person. I’d spent my fair share of time on forums, enough to make me cringe at the thought of my posts and unfortunate selfie avatars.

With her white jeans and white linen shirt she was little more than a furnishing inside their home, blending into the carpet.

The problem was, I had the kind of brain that enjoyed reaching into the depths and revealing my worst fears to me on a regular basis.