My father said my mother killed herself. My sister says he’s lying.The day of our mother’s funeral, my little sister Lucy and I clung to our father’s side. He promised he’d get us through it, and we believed him. But then I discovered that the coffin we wept over was empty.Dad says he was trying to protect us – that he thought it would be easier to grieve if we didn’t know our mother’s body was never found.His new wife says she just wants to help us move on from the past.Then Lucy has a flash of memory that leaves her shaking. Our father. A woman she doesn’t recognise. A knife…She insists she knows something about the day our mother died, but it’s buried too deep to see clearly.What happened to our mother? I need to find the truth. But I have no idea who I can trust. And what if the answer puts my life in danger?
No matter how old you are, loosing a parent is always devastating. But it is a lot worse when you are a child, a child who thinks they know more about what happened. Is it real what they remember or is it something they imagine because they want to believe it?
The remaining parent has a lot to deal with. They should always be there for their children. They should be their first priority, but what if that parent cannot handle it because they suffer to much themselves?
Thank God for a loving stepmother who is there to make everything better and come up with the best solutions, isn’t she?
Well, well, I did not know who to believe here. Most of the characters seem to have a hidden agenda, but who is the worst? Who inflicts the most pain? Who is the best actor?
I kept changing my mind several times during the course of the story until finally the author puts me out of my misery.
It’s a story where a family is ripped apart following a great sadness and once the cards are on the table, they can start rebuilding. Nothing is the same again, but the bonds are strong.
I loved the strength of Sara, my heart bled for Binnie and Lucy and I admired Carys for trying to do the right thing but approaching it in the wrong way. 5 stars
Thank you, Julia Crouch and Bookouture
About the author
Julia started off as a theatre director and playwright. While her children were growing up, she swerved into graphic design. After writing and illustrating two children’s books for an MA, she discovered that her great love was writing prose. The picture books were deemed too dark for publication, so, to save the children, she turned instead to writing for adults. Her first book, Cuckoo, was published in 2011, and she has been writing what she calls her Domestic Noir novels ever since. She also writes for TV and teaches on the Crime Writing MA at the University of East Anglia. She has three grown up children and lives in Brighton with her husband and two cats, Keith and Sandra.