This book literally had everything. Murder, love, revenge, love triangle, family trouble, serial killer... but it was woven together so well. The ending still haunts me. Did I love it? Did I hate it? I just don't know yet. It left me thinking about it and all the what ifs. Seriously considering buying myself a copy and my mother in law and maybe a coworker and a friend...
Death has been a constant fixation for Abby Walter’s from a young age. Preoccupied by thoughts of a reoccurring nightmare of being buried alive she sees death everywhere. Crossing the street, maybe that taxi won’t stop. Driving through an intersection, maybe a truck driver fell asleep at the wheel. Out of all these nightmares though, it’s the taste of dirt from being buried alive that feels the most real and when Abby has the same exact nightmare 14 years later outside of her hometown she wants to go back and figure out what it all means.
The story shifts from “then” to “now” and is wonderfully told. As the plot builds so does your excitement, and need, to finish the book.
Then: Abby has always been fascinated with her Grandmother’s wedding ring, a ring that has been hidden away from the world due to horrors it is tied to. A seventy year old love triangle that ended in a nightmare for all those involved.
Now: Abby has reoccurring nightmares of being buried alive. As the plot thickens "then", her life is up heaved "now". A serial killer is punishing mothers by killing their daughters literally down the hall while they sleep.
I had this as my "work" read and got so caught up in it I started to bring it home. I then forgot it when I only had 70 pages left! My picture of woe: Shelf.Loving
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