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“Sonia was standing in front of one of the large windows … The French girl was still, her face pale. … Sonia’s expression was empty, as blank as a piece of notepaper, her lips slack. Her usual look of quick, quiet intelligence … had vanished. Her hands dangled at her sides. Her eyes, which were normally observant and a little wry, were open … but they contained nothing at all.” Oh no is she having flashbacks?
— Apr 05, 2026 02:19AM
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[SPOILER] “You broke our deal, Lionel,” Garrett said. “It took you twenty years, but you broke it. You talked. I thought Fiona might find you, ever since she came to dinner at my house, full of accusations. So I’ve had a few of my friends keep an eye on her as a favor to me. Turns out, I called it right. We’re leaving now.” … He put a big hand on Fiona’s upper arm. “Come with me,” he said.” BACK TF OFF ASSHOLE
— 7 hours, 22 min ago
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[SPOILER] “You’re gray as a sheet. There’s something going around, you know.” He nodded. “Something real bad.”
Her brain tried to work—why was Garrett here? What did he want? But it was starting to feel like someone had placed hot coals in the spot where her skull met the back of her neck, and she felt sweat trickling down her back the same time as she shivered with cold” Uh-oh did someone do something to her?
— 7 hours, 24 min ago
Her brain tried to work—why was Garrett here? What did he want? But it was starting to feel like someone had placed hot coals in the spot where her skull met the back of her neck, and she felt sweat trickling down her back the same time as she shivered with cold” Uh-oh did someone do something to her?
viiic
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[SPOILER] “[Garrett Creel] came walking up the drive, you see. From the bottom. Parked his cruiser down on Old Barrons Road and walked the rest of the way instead of driving. Why’d he do that? … when he walked away, going leisurely back down my drive, I … got a view of the road. It was dark, and Creel didn’t see me. … He got in, and the interior light went on for a second, and I saw Tim Christopher.” Oh my god
— 7 hours, 30 min ago
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[SPOILER] “Jamie,” she said. “Helen Heyer isn’t a thrown-away speeding ticket.”
He looked at her, right into her in that way Jamie had, as if he knew what she was thinking. “I know,” he said roughly, touching his fingertips to the line of her jaw. “I’m not going to drop it, Fee. I’m going to take it as far as it can go. I’m done.” Good. It’s a little late, but he’s owned up to it, so I’ll take it.
— 8 hours, 18 min ago
He looked at her, right into her in that way Jamie had, as if he knew what she was thinking. “I know,” he said roughly, touching his fingertips to the line of her jaw. “I’m not going to drop it, Fee. I’m going to take it as far as it can go. I’m done.” Good. It’s a little late, but he’s owned up to it, so I’ll take it.
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[SPOILER] “One night we got a domestic call,” Jamie continued. “A woman said her husband was hitting her. I was with him. … He put me in the backseat while he and his partner went inside … after ten minutes they both came out …
“I asked Dad what had happened. He told me it didn’t matter, everything was fine, because he was good friends with the guy’s brother.” Oh my god ew
— 8 hours, 21 min ago
“I asked Dad what had happened. He told me it didn’t matter, everything was fine, because he was good friends with the guy’s brother.” Oh my god ew
viiic
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[SPOILER] “You were right. … They questioned Helen’s friends … about whether she’d ever told them about her relationship with Tim Christopher. What they didn’t do was ask Tim’s friends … they dropped it. … It doesn’t prove that Tim tried to kill Helen. … But…” He trailed off. Fiona knew the rest of it …
Then Jamie made her stomach drop further by saying, “Dad … did the interview.” Holy fucking hell
— 8 hours, 24 min ago
Then Jamie made her stomach drop further by saying, “Dad … did the interview.” Holy fucking hell
viiic
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[SPOILER] “The bus ticket. …
In 1950, … You bought a bus ticket from a clerk at the station, or at a travel agent’s. Rose had worked as a clerk for a travel agent …
Had Sonia … recognized her? She must have; Rose must have known that Sonia knew who she was, that she could identify her as Rosa Berlitz. … Rose Albert must have decided that she’d have to do something permanent about Sonia” Well damn
— 8 hours, 38 min ago
In 1950, … You bought a bus ticket from a clerk at the station, or at a travel agent’s. Rose had worked as a clerk for a travel agent …
Had Sonia … recognized her? She must have; Rose must have known that Sonia knew who she was, that she could identify her as Rosa Berlitz. … Rose Albert must have decided that she’d have to do something permanent about Sonia” Well damn
viiic
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“seven days after Sonia hadn’t come home, Katie was in their room, lying on her bunk and staring at the slats of the bunk above her, enduring the endless stretch of time between supper and curfew, when she heard screaming from down the hall” Oh god what now?
— 8 hours, 57 min ago
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[SPOILER] “She was accused of being a guard at Ravensbrück. And she walked free.” Oh god
And it would also make sense that she called them “monsters”—because that’s what Nazis are
— 8 hours, 58 min ago
And it would also make sense that she called them “monsters”—because that’s what Nazis are
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[SPOILER] “It seems so far back in history, until they find some decrepit old Nazi war criminal still living under a rock and put him on trial. …
His words made her brain tingle. …
As they kept chatting, she opened her laptop and searched Google for “Nazi war criminal Vermont.” … “Daddy.” She stared at her laptop screen, a pulse pounding in her throat. “Daddy.” Oh no
— 8 hours, 58 min ago
His words made her brain tingle. …
As they kept chatting, she opened her laptop and searched Google for “Nazi war criminal Vermont.” … “Daddy.” She stared at her laptop screen, a pulse pounding in her throat. “Daddy.” Oh no

