About the book
All the Little Safeties
Ana Byrne learned the weight of a secret at half past six on a Tuesday morning, standing barefoot on the cold tile of her bathroom with the sea still black beyond the window and a white plastic stick balanced on the rim of the sink like a verdict too small for the crime. The house was silent around her. Not peaceful. Silence, Ana had decided years ago, was only peace when someone had chosen it kindly.