Yes, My Darling Daughter: A Novel
Every as soon as in a blue moon, a masterful author dives into gothic waters and emerges with a unique that―like Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca, Minette Walters's The Breaker, and Donna Tartt's The Little Friend―simultaneously celebrates and transcends the culture. Welcome Margaret Leroy to the clan.
What's the problem with Sylvie?
Such a beautiful lady. 4 years outdated; good enjoyed via her younger mom, Grace. yet there is something . . . off in regards to the baby. Her deathly worry of water; evening terrors; so much of all, her fixation with a photograph of an Irish seashore city known as Coldharbour.
"Sylvie, inform me approximately your photo. Why's it so distinctive, sweetheart?" My center is racing, yet i attempt to make my voice fairly calm.
"That's my beach, Grace." Very matter-of-fact, as if this could be visible. "I lived there, Grace. Before."
Haunted and haunting, Yes, My Darling Daughter is a superbly unique, deliciously suspenseful secret, "a haunting ebook and a tantalizing learn" (The windfall Journal).
shiny flecks in his eyes. “I suggest, if you’d like that . . .” “For your research?” I ask him. “So you could end your article approximately Sylvie?” For a second he doesn’t say whatever. “For that too,” he says then. His hand is resting at the bench among us. I positioned my hand on his. i like it whilst he appears startled like that. For now this can be sufficient, this tentative shining second. Then, quite a few yards to the facet folks, the ocean takes shape and leaps. A dolphin. It’s radiant, pristine, striking: we.
placing it like that. I don’t say something. “Now, should you examine Sylvie,” he says, “do you maybe occasionally see her father in her?” I shake my head. “I can see they’re alike, after all, yet Sylvie’s greatly herself,” I say. “All correct. thanks, Ms. Reynolds.” He strikes his notepad among his fingers, aligning it accurately with the sting of his table. “Now, I’ll take you thru the potential diagnoses,” he says. i think a short, hot surge of desire. I inform myself that he's the specialist, this.
. . . kids have their ups and downs. It’s most likely only a phase.” “No, really,” I say. “It’s worse than that.” “Well, possibly that’s the way it turns out, Grace. yet moms do occasionally get a bit—over-involved. you recognize, get issues out of share, while particularly everything’s nice. Claudia—well, I can’t let you know . . .” He smiles. the idea amuses him. “She’s one other worrier. She does obsess approximately things.” I haven’t come right here to discuss Claudia. “Her nursery institution won’t retain her,” I inform him.
mendacity, pretending we’re a pair. And I’m very conscious of Sylvie listening to every little thing we are saying. “Somebody advised us—the girl at Barry’s . . .” My voice turns out to return from elsewhere. “Erin, you mean?” He pushes one hand via his mop of thick light hair. I nod. “She hinted that there has been a narrative approximately it, that whatever undesirable had occurred there. the item is, I’m fairly superstitious, and that i don’t are looking to stay in a home the place something relatively undesirable happened.” I try out a shy, apologetic smile, but I.
resort, and we won’t be distant. “Okay, sweetheart. if you want me, simply come all the way down to the eating room,” I inform her. “Yes, Grace.” Adam is at our desk already whilst i am getting there. “No Sylvie?” “She wasn’t hungry,” I say. He has a slightly effective smile. “I received carry of Gordon,” he tells me. “I bought his quantity from Brigid.” This amazes me. “But—how did you clarify it? What did you say?” “I used to be beautiful immediately with him, rather. I stated that we’d pushed prior Flag Cottage. That Sylvie appeared to.