(Prologue – 3 December 2019)
I stood at the edge of the field, flanked by two uniformed police officers. We were up at the Wadebridge estate, three acres of fields with a main house with a large garden and a row of five stone cottages that stood on the edge of the village of Lynwick.
Out here in the woods and fields surrounding the village, there would be all manner of places for someone to hide out if they were trying not to be seen. No wonder Suzy felt nervous. (p. 59).
The day my husband, Michael, stepped in front of a lorry after being questioned by the police, my world fell apart. He was devoted to me and our six-year-old daughter. But they’d connected him to the disappearance of a young mother from our tiny village.
Now I stand at Michael’s funeral, clutching my little girl’s hand, with tears in my eyes as I insist to all our friends that he died an innocent man. Yet the questions have started, and nothing I say will stop them digging for the truth.
But none of them can read the secrets in my heart, or know about the phone I found hidden in his toolbox…
I’m determined that my daughter will not remember her father as a monster. I will erase any hint of wrongdoing in this house whatever the cost.
Because to keep my daughter safe, the last thing I need is for people to start looking at me…
What do you think? Would you keep reading?