Quiet in Her Bones Singh, Nalini (the top 100 crime novels of all time .txt) 📖

She’d been a luminous young bride, had turned into a lovely young mother.

My first crush.

Today, she hugged her arms around herself as she stood on the other side of the drive, her creamy skin flushed from the cold. A small French bulldog sat panting at her feet. Glossy black, Charlie was old, had been around when my mother disappeared.

At Diana’s side stood Calvin, tall and lean. Must’ve been one of his rare days off. Born of immigrant Chinese parents he’d lost in a traumatic incident in his youth, Dr. Calvin Liu was the ­clean-­cut ­high-­achieving son of Asian parents’ dreams. I, meanwhile, was the opposite. Unlike Diana, Calvin wore running gear. Probably heading out to one of the few open trails.

It had been Calvin who’d partnered with me while I was training for that ­half-­marathon ten years ago. I’d never completed it, though Calvin had urged me to keep going, telling me that it might help take my mind off my mother’s sudden absence from my life.

Though I was in no mood to talk, I shifted direction to cross the drive. I respected Calvin, and Diana was one of the few people in the Cul-­de-­Sac whom I genuinely liked. Not because she’d been my mother’s best friend, but because she hadn’t gossiped about her in the aftermath of her disappearance. She’d also made the time to find a confused ­sixteen-­year-­old and tell him that the one thing on which Nina had never wavered was her love for her son.

“She’ll come back for you,” Diana had promised. “I know she will.”

She’d been wrong, but I’d never held it against her. I’d known my mother in ways even her best friend hadn’t. My mother’s love had come with strings attached. She’d demanded absolute loyalty, heartfelt ­devotion—­and I’d just gotten serious with my first real girlfriend weeks before she disappeared.

“Aarav, why do you go out with these silly girls?” Her fingers in my hair, kneading, her fingernails scraping my skull. “Aren’t I enough?”

She’d been drunk, the taste of vodka in the kiss she’d pressed to my lips.

Hadn’t told my shrink that one; he’d probably start worrying about child abuse. It hadn’t been that. My mother had been kissing me on the lips since I was a toddler, just her way. But the attachment she’d demanded, the unflinching dedication, that hadn’t exactly been healthy. Had she lived, my mother would’ve become the mother-­in-­law from hell.

“No girl’s going to be good enough for my beta,” she’d slurred the same night. “My lovely boy, mera pyara Ari.”

“Hi, Diana. Hey, Calvin.” He’d been good to me, too, in his distant way. In my final year of school, he’d even carved out time to talk to me about my future, and where I saw myself in five years, then ten.

Neither one of us could’ve predicted this future.

I glanced down. “Can’t pet you today, Charlie. Got a serious ­bending-­down issue.” The dog nuzzled my moon boot, his distinctive ears less pointed with each day that passed. “How are Mia and Beau?” I’d babysat Diana and Calvin’s ­now-­teenaged children a lifetime ago. A glorious summer full of transitory happiness.

I’d helped Mia put ribbons on her sparkly green trike, shown Beau how to fix a broken toy. The ­six-­year-­old boy had attached himself to me for a long time afterward.

Father figure at fifteen.

Because Calvin was too busy, too critical to the flickering lives of strangers. Cardiothoracic surgeons weren’t exactly plentiful on the ground.

“Mia’s just been chosen for a ­government-­backed exchange trip to Beijing next year. Can you believe it?” Diana shook her head. “She’d throw such tantrums when I sent them both to Mandarin classes and look at her now.”

“You must be so proud.” I wasn’t surprised when Diana was the one who answered with an enthusiastic nod. It had always been white-­as-­snow Diana who’d fought to preserve the children’s ties to their father’s culture.

I’d never been sure if Calvin’s lack of involvement was on purpose or just another casualty of his schedule.

Calvin finally spoke. “It’s good the two can converse with relatives in China.” His English was crisp and precise, without New Zealand’s soft ­vowels—­he’d told me once that he’d studied in England for a number of years.

The sojourn had left a permanent mark.

“And Beau. Still a science whiz?” The kid who’d loved music as a child was following in his father’s medical footsteps.

Still wanting Dr. Calvin Liu to see him.

“Second in his class in biology and chemistry.” Diana beamed, but Calvin’s expression was grim.

Number two wasn’t good enough for him. Ah, Beau. Just another poor little rich kid with an absent parent who held him to impossible standards. I felt a pang. Maybe I’d reach out to the kid again. I might be a ­self-­diagnosed sociopath with a mask for every occasion, but I wasn’t a monster.

“I saw an unfamiliar car by your place,” Diana said. “And Calvin was stuck for ages behind a police roadblock after his night shift, weren’t you, honey?”

“Lost an hour,” Calvin muttered, hands on his hips. “Now I’ll only fit in half my run.”

Going running after a night shift: Pure Calvin.

“They found Mum’s car with her inside,” I said, knowing that, unlike the telegraph of Trixi and Lexi, Diana and Calvin would tell no one.

Calvin went motionless. Diana’s fingers flew to her mouth, her eyes huge. Charlie’s lead fell from her fingers. The elderly dog sat where he was. No dashing off into the bushes for this bulldog. Those days were long behind him.

“Oh my God, Aarav.” Trembling fingers leaving Diana’s mouth to land on my arm as Calvin finally snapped out of his shock to put an arm around her. “Are you all right?”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just said, “I’m still processing.” Dr. Jitrnicka had taught me to use certain phrases to give myself time to respond, so I didn’t rage. Turned out they were also good for giving me time to think up lies.

Diana hugged me, gentle and maternal.

Drawing back when I didn’t really respond, she