Alex Michaelides

She would sit up all night and remember everything that had happened. She would sit here, in this small, dark room in Cambridge, and think, and work it out. She stared at the red bar of the electric heater on the wall, burning, glowing in the dark, willing her into a kind of trance. In her mind, she would go back to the very beginning and remember it all. Every single detail. And she would catch him…