Only the Innocent (DCI Tom Douglas #1)

But when somebody appears to be considerate, never raises his voice, and appears to have your every interest in mind, how can that possibly be abuse?

Each time he came he would twist my defenceless body into a different pose, as if I were his very own doll

ignore his obvious displeasure, and

I know nowadays we’re all encouraged to bare our souls at the drop of a hat, but I don’t entirely subscribe to that theory.

I never know what to do with people who just let their hands drop into yours, do you? Are you supposed to squeeze them reassuringly, pump them frenetically, or match like with like and let both hands hang lifelessly together for a few seconds?

In retrospect, I would rather have been with one parent who was genuinely happy than with two who had so many axes to grind you could almost hear them being sharpened.

it, and to keep my nose out of

I think children need that joy in their lives. If they exist in a world where they are forever watching their parents tiptoeing around each other—even if they’re not arguing—it gives them a false set of values.

likely

looked up from where he

much further than that,

Mum. I know you never liked Hugo, and whilst I

sceptical, and

She searched her mind for a single day when it had felt good to be alive. There must have been one, surely?

Since we now know that the father’s death

supporter where Imogen’s concerned. Alibi or no alibi, I don’t

that’s it. We’ll send one of the locals to the ex-wife’s

the

The door opened and Bruce popped his head round.

The quiet but inexorable breaking down of self-esteem is much more sinister - it’s violation of the soul.

The slow, relentless destruction of self-confidence is something that is impossible to explain.

things out about

think children need that joy in their lives. If they exist in a world where they are forever watching their parents tiptoeing around each other—even if they’re not arguing—it gives them a false set of values. In retrospect, I would rather have been with one parent who was genuinely happy than with two who had so many axes to grind you could almost hear them being sharpened.

Today is the day after my wedding. And nothing is the way I expected it to be.

to move

was way off the Richter scale,

Well I’m sorry, but I’m not prepared to leave it at that. I need to understand what you meant.’ Annabel sighed. This was evidently a story she

What’s the point of a husband if all he does is bring you grief?

When shame is your own, it’s hard enough to bear. When other people are witness to it, it becomes intolerable.

You have to understand what it’s like when you live with somebody who’s controlling. They’re clever.