No Second Chance

Grief, when spotted, can be, if not handled, somewhat manipulated, finessed, concealed. But grief likes to hide behind bushes. It enjoys leaping out of nowhere, startling you, mocking you, stripping away your pretence of normalcy. Grief lulls you to sleep, thus making the blindside hit all the more jarring... Like grief, hope hides and pounces and taunts and never leaves. I am not sure which of the two the crueller mistress is.

Source: No Second Chance by Harlan Coben

Nice, the author writes quite well, and spins the tale expertly, with a few sections that tease your mind with intriguing questions. Conclusion was just slightly cranky where there was some unanswered questions. Still, it's a good read.