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She had the kind of beauty that hurt your eyes if you looked at her for too long, but made it hard to tear your gaze away. It was, Hannah realized, as if a different kind of light were shining on her than on the rest of the room.
you’re never alone in a room filled with a thousand books.
In books, a bad thing might happen on page 207, that was true. But it would always happen on page 207, no matter what. And when you reread, you could see it coming, watch out for the signs, prepare yourself.
Maybe it wasn’t only John Neville who stole April’s life. Maybe she has done the same.
As you may have guessed, I don’t always feel like I fit in here. But I’m determined to prove I belong.”
“He thinks Neville was innocent,” Emily says at last. “He thinks… he thinks they made a mistake.”
April and Hannah. Hannah and April. Friends. Roommates. Conspirators.
April wasn’t just some wannabe starlet. Maybe It Girl was right, though. Whatever it was, she had it.
What “they made a mistake” really means is you made a mistake. You. Hannah. You convicted an innocent man.
He is her kryptonite, she thinks as she watches him read, one thumb absently stroking the back of her hand.
He has always had that power over her. Sometimes the realization makes her almost afraid.
Only once has she seen him cry—and that was after April’s death, as they held each other and wept and wept for what they had both lost, but also what they had found in each other.
She has always felt safest surrounded by books.
Before, everything was fine. After, everything was broken.
She will never really be okay again. Something broke in her the night of April’s murder. Something nothing will ever be able to mend—not Will’s love or her mother’s care, not the baby in her belly. Not the fragile peace she has constructed in Edinburgh.
