“The cruelty of time, thought Alex. The world kept spinning, clocks kept ticking: time didn’t stop for anyone’s tragedy.” — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“No one could possibly understand what it meant to watch a person alter so drastically in front of them, to see them change and… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“The church in Monmouthshire was small, set back from sight of the main road behind a gathering of tall oak trees. There was little… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“suppose the point I’m trying to make is that you can’t let other people dictate your life. You’ve got to do what’s right for… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“If you spoke something aloud, it made it real. Ignore it for long enough and it might go away. Only it never did. It… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“Don’t let anyone or anything keep you from doing what’s best for you.” — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“Watching her mother’s decline had been slow and painful: the worst thing she had ever had to witness.” — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“The world kept spinning, clocks kept ticking: time didn’t stop for anyone’s tragedy. Tomorrow the world would carry on as though Keira North had… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“People just found – somehow – a way to adapt; their bodies continued to function, yet their minds would never exist in the same… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“Losing a parent was difficult; when her father had died, she had thought she’d never get over it. The pain had been like a… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“There was no wake to attend. No warm beer and barely filled sandwiches with curled-up corners. Death didn’t seem something to be celebrated,” — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“itself obvious that evening. Rachel knew what was going on between him and Sarah.” — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
“no amount of time was enough to absorb the shock of such a loss. People just found – somehow – a way to adapt;… — Victoria Jenkins Copy Share Image
