The Sanatorium (Detective Elin Warner, #1)

by Sarah Pearse

It seems strange to her: that anyone would deliberately design something to be devoid of any warmth, comfort.

“You know, I used to wonder whether he ever thought about it. If what he’d done had eaten him up over the years, that when he closed his eyes at night, he remembered me, but seeing him then, I knew he didn’t. I knew he’d never be held accountable, not even by himself. He’d swept it aside, maybe even convinced himself that I’d wanted it, or maybe he didn’t even remember.”