I’m sick of this. It’s like being twelve again, dealing with all this damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn’t like me?

Another night then,’ Mom said. ‘Maybe on the weekend we can have a barbecue and invite your sister.’ ‘Or,’ I said turning to Rafe, ‘if you want to skip the whole awkward meet-the-family social event...

And they certainly wouldn’t take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

Her niece had the parenting skills of a … Rose didn’t even know how to finish that sentence. Any creature in nature so incapable of caring for its young would have died out centuries ago.