" When the front door was closed behind her, Erika walked back to her car, away from the homely warmth of Marsh’s life. She bent her head and bit her lip, determined not to cry. That life, with the cosy husband and kids, had been within her grasp. She’d even delayed it a few times, much to Mark’s distress. Now it was gone forever. "

― Robert Bryndza , The Girl in the Ice (Detective Erika Foster, #1)