Been feeling rough the last few days (not COVID as I‘ve tested a lot, think it‘s just the ‘cold from hell‘ instead!) so reading a lot, being looked after by Henry.
This was a random selection off my TBR shelf and, unexpectedly, I really liked it. Irene‘s son, Shep, is shot dead in a robbery gone wrong and, many years later, his killer faces execution. It reminded me a bit of earlier Picoult books.