Anne and Marco seem like a happy couple (maybe), who are
having dinner with a nice pair of neighbors (who actually may not be that
nice), while their baby sleeps in their house a few doors down. But, even though the baby is alone, Anne and
Marco are checking on her every half hour (or are they?). So when they stumble home at 1:00 in the
morning to find the baby missing, who is to blame?
And that is really what drives this story. Each time you think you may know who took the
baby and why, there’s another twist.
Reading this book and trying to figure out the culprit reminded me of pulling
invasive vines in my garden; each time I unravel a strand, I discover another
one going in a different direction. And
then, when I’m finished, I’m triumphantly holding a nasty ball of sticky
mess. This story is a lot like that, where you can’t
trust what the characters are telling you.
Anne is sure she didn’t harm her baby, but then doubts herself (nothing
like drinking alcohol while being on anti-depressants). Marco denies involvement, but there’s more
to him than meets the eye. Anne’s
parents seem like they’re being helpful, but her dad’s definitely got an
agenda.
The fast pace, combined with a plethora of unreliable
narrators, makes for a very enjoyable read.
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