دانلود رمان انگلیسی “یک مادر همیشه می‌داند”

At first, the locals assume he has run away. With the exception of his mother, who has rung round everyone she knows, including me, no one seems overly concerned he has gone missing. His disappearance has been given only a fleeting mention in an online article for the North Devon Echo Live and has had no coverage at all, as far as I’m aware, on television. Even the police seem to be making only a token effort to determine his whereabouts. He’s an adult, after all, having turned eighteen last October. Plus, he went AWOL only a few days ago. And locals never really expect anything sensational to happen in the small, remote town of Brayworthy, nestling on the edge of Exmoor, especially not during the month of August. Between you and me, I’m delighted he has disappeared and hope he doesn’t show his face round here again any time soon. All of this changes, of course, at the beginning of September, when a body is discovered. Jo is the one who gives me the heads-up. My phone pings with her text as I’m doing the day’s Quordle and drinking my first coffee of the morning. Joanne has been my best friend since school – the same school where my kids now go and she teaches mathematics: South Lydacombe. She’s married to a police officer, which is, I suppose, how she was clued in before nearly everyone else. I put down my cup and call her immediately. When she answers, I skip the formalities and get straight to the point. ‘Do they know if it’s … him?’ I can’t bring myself to say his name.