Roberta Lowing books

Notorious (2010)

‘Stop it,’ says Devlin. He grasps my shoulders. The dark presses in around us. ‘What did you say?’ I shout at him. There is water, wet and cold, on my cheeks, there is salt in my mouth. It can’t be tears. He says, confused, ‘I brought your diary.’ ‘I thought you were my brother.’ I twist. He does...