What the River Knows (Secrets of the Nile #1)

by Isabel Ibañez

Never say you know the last word about any human heart. —HENRY JAMES

Grief was like a memory keeper. It showed me moments I’d forgotten, and I was grateful, even as my stomach hollowed out. I never wanted to forget them, no matter how painful it was to remember.

“Serving us dinner. I thought I smelled vanilla.” “What?” “Your soap,”

He was a handsome young man. Who could not be trusted.

Desperation made people dangerous.

“The evil that men do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones,” he quoted.

“Because I want one memory with you dancing. One thing that’s mine before we part ways…”