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Virginie Grimaldi

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Eight months after her husband was murdered in their own kitchen,
Cora Hale is still cooking dinner for two.

She has been a widow for the length of one Maine winter, one Maine
spring, one Maine summer—and the only thing she knows for certain
is that the man arrested for killing Daniel does not look like a
murderer. He looks tired. He looks, in the booking photograph she
has not allowed herself to study, like a man who has lost something
too.

Then the letter arrives.

Cream-colored stationery. No return address. A handwriting Cora has
never seen, and a single line she cannot stop reading:

I am the man who killed your husband.

He does not ask for forgiveness. He does not offer an excuse. He
offers, instead, an answer to the question Cora has asked the dark
ceiling of her bedroom for two hundred and forty-three nights:

Why us.

Why this house. Why a Tuesday in January at one fifteen in the
morning. Why the back door, which she had locked, was open. Why the
alarm, which she had set, was off. Why a man who had no reason on
earth to come for Daniel Hale had been let in by Daniel Hale.

Cora writes back.

She does not tell her sister. She does not tell the detective. She
drives, instead, the long road south to a state prison in
Thomaston, where her husband's killer is waiting at a laminate
table on the other side of a vending machine and a guard with a
paperback.

And in the small careful country of letters between strangers,
across four inches of laminate, then three-eighths of an inch of
green-tinted glass, Cora Hale begins to understand what her
husband actually was—

And what she is willing to become to set the man who killed him
free.

I LOVE MY HUSBAND'S KILLER is a slow-burn literary psychological
thriller about marriage, grief, complicity, and the terrible
question every widow eventually has to answer: who was the man
she actually buried?

For readers who loved the moral architecture of HEARTWOOD, the
domestic dread of BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, and the quiet, devastating
interiority of women who have spent fifteen years not asking the
question that would end everything.

A debut novel about the lies we tell at the kitchen counter, the
doors we choose not to open, and the strange grace of finally
saying out loud the thing we have always known.

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