Sam Holland

the overblown drama doesn’t provide the distraction from her own life that she hoped it would

An apology means “Sorry, and I’ll try not to do it again.” Useless words, when she knows they’re not true.

The tragedy of dementia, Griffin thinks, is how random the memories are.

Naming a serial killer gives the perpetrator a sense of importance.

She’s not thinking anymore. Except about this, about the feeling of him.

Maybe, she wonders, taking in his warmth, maybe the key isn’t getting rid of the crazy. Maybe it’s finding someone just as broken, who understands.

Fred West, the GSK.

“Perhaps we’re all supposed to be broken, just a little.”

The pain only adds fuel to the fire

He looks across to her, slumped in the front seat, as they rattle on in his shitty VW. A line of blood runs down her forehead where he hit her, but apart from that she is untouched. She won’t be like that for long