Chapters (92)
- Cover
- Maps
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Epilogue
- About the Author
Now, she can’t recall what they talked about. Just that her disappointment at learning Karen was on Noorö and couldn’t meet up had been accompanied by an equal measure of relief. No, she corrects herself, her relief had by far outweighed her disappointment, why lie about it? She can’t remember anything after that. Karen had prattled on and she had probably said things, too. Set her mouth on autopilot, maybe adopted that carefree tone she has become so good at, while waiting for the phone call to be over. And she’d kept a firm grip on one of her thumbs the whole time as a reminder to erase Karen’s number from her call log before Bo could have a chance to go through it. She hadn’t completely lost her mind.
What was I thinking?
Karen would have made her tell the truth this time if they’d met up. Granted, Aylin had known as much when she made the call, but she had ignored the alarm bells going off in her head. She had sat with her phone in her hand for almost an hour, hesitating and reconsidering until she finally gave in to a longing that was too overwhelming. A longing to hear a voice from her past, from before. A longing to spew out the whole ugly truth about her failure and humiliation. A longing to let Karen’s fury take over and carry her, since she’s unable to summon any anger of her own. To let Karen cry her tears.
But then . . . ? Nothing. No thought, no plan, no strategy. No strength. Not anymore.
Karen has all those things, she tells herself. At least when it’s about someone else. She has never been good at dealing with her own problems. And that thought grants her a moment’s relief; she’s not the only one with problems; everyone has their cross to bear. Then reality catches up with her. Not like mine.
Normal people don’t have to deal with this.
Normal people would never end up in this situation. What happened to Karen ten years ago wasn’t her fault, but I have only myself to blame. Karen would never understand. She would think there’s a way out, a solution, deliverance.
As though anyone anywhere could ever win against Bo Ramnes.