*I would like to thank Netgalley for an ARC of this book for my honest and unbiased review.*
MY REVIEW: 3*
How would you deal with living in an isolated cottage close to where a murder had just occured ?
How would you feel when you wake up in the morning, to discover the woman in the car you passed last night had been brutally murdered ?
This is what Cass has to deal with. She feels guilty that she passed this woman last night. She was parked up in a layby on an isolated road close to where Cass lives. Cass did slow down and then stop, but she never went to check. If she had checked would the woman still be alive ? Or would she herself have been a second murder victim ?
Cass does not tell anyone that she passed the car and this guilt eats her up. She dicovers she actually knew the woman, Jane Walters. Cass had met her at a party that she and her best friend Rachel had attended, they had got on so well, that they then went on to have lunch together.
Add to this guilt, the sleepless nights, silent phonecalls, things being forgotten, and meetings being missed. Cass gradually goes into a decline of drastic proportions.
This is a well written book and i liked the characters. But i actually made a note at 20% into the book, as to why and who i thought the “baddies” were. It is unusual for me to do this, as i normally don’t work out the plot as i am reading. But the more i read the more obvious to me it became. The character of Cass did start to jar a little, but i understand that is the nature of her, and it also would have been how her husband, Matthew, and friend Rachel would have felt. There were a couple of points in the ending that did surprise me. That being said i think it is worth reading. It would not put me off buying another book by this author.
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…