It could neither bring back the Woodhalls nor make any difference to Arthur and me, since he had finished with me long before she’d made a public enemy of me. No amount of misery heaped on me by her and her colleagues could make me feel worse than I had in the car park that day at the coroner’s court, when I’d been rejected by him once and for all. But no words came. That early morning in February, standing in the hall under a lightless bulb, it was my first – and only – opportunity to confront her, to ask her to explain herself, but I was too cowardly to take it.
What do You think about The Disappearance Of Emily Marr?