Bailey would be lost without him. He’s made sure of it.
He’s who everyone wants to be, or be with. Respected and charismatic. A public servant with a career that’s going places. But the charm is a façade. He’s addicted to psychological control. It’s a high even more satisfying than murder. And he should know.
Bailey was once excited for the future, now she struggles with each day. Sophie can only watch as her vibrant, fearless friend slides into depression. The only thing more terrifying than watching him manipulate Bailey, is what he’ll do when he gets bored. Sophie knows firsthand what he’s capable of. So do the others in his growing circle of victims. But how do they stop him? He has power and status. They’re dead.
Poignant, chilling, and ultimately uplifting, More Than Us juxtaposes the heady rush of new love with the creeping danger of coercive control, and those who enable the unspeakable with those who find the courage to confront it.
Quotes from More Than Us:
This was about more than us. He was one man, and we were two victims, but neither he nor we were the first, the only, or the last.
I heard and saw a couple debating whether to share a pizza or each order their own. As if it mattered. As if there hadn’t just been a murder a hundred metres from where they were sitting.
He knew exactly how to reel her in. Display barely controlled desire and pretend he’d never met anyone more interesting.
We don’t all walk around expecting to meet our murderer flashing a police ID card.
If she knew what he wanted, she wouldn’t offer it so easily. He turned on his most winning smile.
He moved fast. I was falling without a parachute. I felt happy, very happy. But wished I had more control over my feelings.
My best friend was being seduced by the man who murdered me. How could I even process that, let alone watch?
He wasn’t just up against Jamie; he was up against an establishment, a brotherhood, an institution.
Friends have each other’s backs,. You and I are friends. Can you think of a single woman who hasn’t let you down?
I knew what had drawn them. It was what we had in common. They came in solidarity. To bear witness.
Sometimes humanity seems to be a procession of badness, and those caught in its trail have to find a way to survive the carnage.