My thoughts about You Saw Too Much by Jay Nadal and Adam Nicholls
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Her life was taken from her. Now, she wants it back. Lori had it all until that day: the perfect marriage, a job she loved, and a beautiful home in a small town. But when a tragic car wreck takes her husband's life and leaves her hospitalized, she has to learn to live alone again. Her friends look out for her, or so they say, but they don't believe her when she says she's being followed. Her counselor says she's suffering PTSD, and her sister says she's paranoid. But Lori knows herself better than anyone else does, and she's certain someone is watching her. What she doesn't know is why, but she'll do anything to find out - even if it costs her life. Tormented by nightmares, mood swings, and self-doubt, Lori's life is on the brink of collapse. Every move she makes will leave you begging for the truth until the very last page in this brand-new psychological thriller full of lies and conspiracies.
Quotes from the book:
The loneliness felt like a vise around her heart, squeezing with just enough pressure to be a constant pain. It weakened her every day just a little bit more, taking what was once her inner light and replacing it with a darkness that overshadowed each moment.
Lori noticed it then: the unfamiliar, tight feeling of her cheeks spread into a wide grin. It dropped from her expression in a heartbeat, the last flicker of that perfect memory fading away as she was brought back down to earth.
Lori wanted to smile again, laugh along with everyone, but something inside grabbed her heart tight, crushing it to pieces. The first glimmer of brightness gulped by something sinister and out of her reach, as if an unknown force pulled her back over to the dark side, consigning her life to one of misery, pain, and deep sadness.
She wanted to learn how to be happy again. She wanted to see the world through eyes of happiness. Even if it meant starting again.
Her heartache was like the music of a great orchestra. At times, it was quiet and allowed her to function, just about. At other times, the violins would play, and she would be sad. It would rise to a crescendo, and the anger would burst from her chest in a vicious shout of anguish and despair. Right now, there was a flute playing and she was able to remember Sam with fondness. That was rare though, and she enjoyed the moment.
Carl leaned in closer, his foul breath in her face. Halitosis didn’t cover it. His breath smelled like he’d gargled with fermented fish guts. “Are you certain?”
Starting from today, she needed to forget what was gone, appreciate what remained, and look forward to what was coming next.
She needed to let go of the life she once planned and accept the one that was waiting for her.
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