Status Updates From Hudson River Homicides (Mem...

“I told you that I would kill for you, Ira. That wasn’t an exaggeration. I will always choose you.”

I’m out here crying in bed. It’s my poor bay. Everett Larkin the man you are. My babies 🥲

Larkin wanted to ask why—why do you insist on working the cases no one can, the cases that break hearts and blacken souls and destroy careers, why, Ira, won’t you believe me when I say it wasn’t your fault, but you use those very words to comfort the children who come through this office like a revolving door’s been installed, why do you freely give so much of yourself that you leave nothing for you?

Larkin snorted. “I’ve been told I don’t give off top energy.” Doyle pushed up. He leaned over Larkin and murmured, “Anyone who’s told you that is obviously not a bottom with only a small domination kink.”

Doyle’s presence had been steadily filling the in-between moments in Larkin’s life—where day and night shared the sky, where sleep and wake occupied the same mind—until it felt as if there’d never been a beginning to their relationship. That there’d be no end. That Doyle simply had been, and always would be, here. It was a dangerous thought, but one Larkin couldn’t suppress.

What a great birthday surprise for me that the audiobook came out for this. I’ve been wanting to read it but I needed Kale Williams’ voice to accompany me.

Як називається це психічне відхилення, коли треба відкласти книгу, бо вона занадто хороша і ти не хочеш, щоб вона закінчувалась, бо продовження немає 🫣