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 insideâthe woman who was killed. Sheâs been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? Itâs a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew sheâd broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if sheâd stopped.
But since then, sheâs 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 doesnât have a baby.
The only thing she canât forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls sheâs receiving, or the feeling that someoneâs watching herâ¦