"You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body." A body. That's what Madeleine had, figuratively. Her own body. But in reality, she had two other bodies; corpses to be exact. One, of Henry, that lay in the morgue. And the other, of her unborn son, buried in a six-inch space beneath her backyard. And her soul? She believed that, after having been broken into so many pieces, shattered and scattered, it can hardly be called that.All Rights Reserved