The Night Watchman

My 3 highlights

• She had a delicate smile. She slammed her way back into the house, but even so, Thomas knew her weather was good.

• Thomas drifted to the surface of his sleep.

• There were times when Patrice felt like she was stretched across a frame, like a skin tent. She tried to forget that she could easily blow away. Or how easily her father could wreck them all. This feeling of being the only barrier between her family and disaster wasn’t new, but they had come so far since she started work.