“But his grief, the gaping hole left after my mother died- it’s too close to my own. Seeing his grief, year after year, it only magnifies my own. My Mother was the glue that held us all together. Now, with her missing, there are only people in pain, unable to heal each other.”

“But his grief, the gaping hole left after my mother died- it’s too close to my own. Seeing his grief, year after year, it only magnifies my own. My Mother was the glue that held us all together. Now, with her missing, there are only people in pain, unable to heal each other.”

— Ruth Ware