I didn't guess specifics, but it did make me suspicious of a couple of the characters who ended up being involved in the plot ending. I remember thinking on page 34 that something was up with what was going on. Firstly, the predictability of the murderer/silent caller/reason Cass was going crazy. But there were just two elements I found I wasn't in love with. And on almost every count, those hopes were met and exceeded. Like I said earlier, I had high hopes for this book. This review is tricky to write without spoiling anything or saying too much so I will keep things vague. Like in her debut novel, Paris creates an atmosphere where something is off, but you can't quite pinpoint what is really going on. Cass's paranoia was infectious and I kept looking over my shoulder, especially when I was reading at night.
The book definitely had that signature Paris feeling of unease throughout the book. Since her mother was diagnosed with early-onset dementia, Cass begins to fear for the worst. The police start calling the death suspicious, and Cass begins to get silent calls she is sure are from the murderer. Cass is racked with guilt and doesn't tell anyone what she saw. The next morning, she finds out the woman in the car was found dead by a passerby later. She stopped for a minute but didn't get out. She's been especially on edge ever since she took a shortcut home one night, one she promised her husband she wouldn't and saw a woman in a car pulled over on the side of the road. This story follows Cass, a woman who may be losing it. I had such high hopes for this book, and while I did enjoy it, the more I think about it, the more I'm seeing the predictability of the ending.
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