The Sanatorium (Detective Elin Warner, #1)

by Sarah Pearse

How do you go about unpicking someone from your life when they’re the thread tying every part of you together?

It’s strange, she thinks, how for her, claustrophobia doesn’t only exist in spaces outside herself, but within her too. That horrible sense of being trapped inside your own body.

She’s forgotten how easy it is to lose track of someone; the sum of their parts.

Grief is like a series of bombs exploding, one after another. Every hour, a new detonation. Shock after shock after shock.

This!