Zero Days

by Ruth Ware

Barbed wire is my nemesis. There’s a reason they use it in war zones.

The email squatted, unread, at the top of my inbox, an unexploded bomb of possibilities.

For a long moment I sat, waiting for everything to stabilize, for the sickish feeling of dread to subside and the pieces of the day to sink into place. At last, realizing that this wasn’t going to get any better, I parted the curtains, swung my legs over the side of the bed,

Solve the next problem. And then the next one after that. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Until you can’t walk any further.

With enough money on the table, Malik would argue, principles became cheap.

My principles are NOT for sale