She turned away and listened as Clara talked about what had happened. To Peter. It was a story Myrna knew well. She’d been there. But still she listened, and she’d listen again. And again. And with every telling Clara was letting go of a bit of the unbearable pain. The guilt she felt. The sorrow. It was as though Clara was pulling herself out of the ocean, dripping in grief, but no longer drowning.

Can’t go wrong with Inspector Gamache.

Highlights: Penny - The Nature of the Beast