No Further Questions by Gillian McAllister

I'm sure there's a reason I sent myself this quote.

Can't see it yet though.

Anyway, good book, well worth a read.

Hi - I'm reading "No Further Questions: You'd trust your sister with your life. But should you? The compulsive thriller from the Sunday Times bestselling author" by Gillian McAllister and wanted to share this quote with you.

"I try to pretend he’s with Marc. It’s easier that way. Marc was the only other person as watchful as me, when Xander was a toddler. ‘He’s got a Lego block in his hand,’ Marc would say. ‘Mind he doesn’t eat it.’ The anxiety of parenthood had been divided equally between us. There was no helpless man act, no inability to stack a dishwasher or remember a birthday card while seemingly having not lost the ability to go to work or remember what time the boxing was on. There was none of that bullshit, thankfully. Of course, there was another kind, as there always is. I stare at the wall, now, and not at Layla, and try to count to ten in my mind again. That doesn’t work, so I watch the second hand of a clock on the wall as it completes a full circuit. Sixteen hours. Perhaps I could ask Marc to come over. Share the load. But no. That’s not fair, is it? It wouldn’t even be fair if we were together. This is our mess. Mine and Martha’s."

There are also two more that I sent. Still have absolutely no idea about the context.

"I didn’t ask her to leave in order to be dramatic, or to make a point. That was just the first day that I had that glass-spilling-over feeling. I was at full capacity and had room for no more. She raised her hands in a kind of surrender, and turned to leave, but just before she did, she jerked her head, trying"

"Alicia had nodded, and Xander had gone to Becky. Becky’s head wasn’t in a good place, Alicia had explained later, which Carol thought was pretty fair. Of course not. Carol remembered those post-divorce days. She’d lost her house keys twice in the same week. It was as though her brain had simply emptied itself of normal life. Forgotten, Carol had said to Alicia. Becky’s first indiscretion should be forgotten. It was a one-off. And Carol had forgotten, mostly. At parents’ evening, she saw Becky across the room, wearing an artful scarf, not with Marc, yet so cordial towards him, which was interesting in itself –and recalled the incident again. But other than that, it had been forgotten, along with a handful of other parents’ indiscretions. But then it had happened again. And again. And now, Becky was missing for the fifth time in recent months. It couldn’t go on."