If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?
Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside—the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.
But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.
The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…
It was an instant connection and hit for me with this author's first book, Behind Closed Doors. I could not read that book fast enough. Therefore, I was looking forward to reading this book. This book started out strong. After about a third of the way into the story, this is where the story fell down to a steady pace. Not a slow pace but just a steady one.
Unlike the prior novel, I was more like a casual acquaintance with the characters. In fact, after a while, I found myself wanting to distance myself from Cass. The memory problems grew old versus more of a psychological one. Yet, the author makes up for it all when the story is wrapped up in a nice bow in the last third of the story. I hope that the next book is like the first one.