30 Quotes by Robert Bryndza

When the front door was closed behind her, Erika walked back to her car, away from the homely warmth of Marsh’s life. She bent her head and bit her lip, determined not to cry. That life, with the cosy husband and kids, had been within her grasp. She’d even delayed it a few times, much to Mark’s distress. Now it was gone forever.

But those same eyes were beginning to crease at the corners, her forehead bore too many lines and her face was beginning to sag.

The problem with sobriety was that once you had it, there was always that niggling feeling that you could cope with a little drink now and again. She.