Alice Rawthorne was enjoying a quiet evening with friends when an intruder broke into her home. In a moment of panic, she struck the teenage boy, Ezra Jones, on the back of his head with a metal stool. He later died from his injuries. Since that night, Alice has been drowning in guilt and paranoia. Her husband, Jamie, urges her to seek help, while their exhausted nanny, Becca, decides to quit after the break-in.
But everything changes when Alice receives a chilling anonymous call. Someone claims that Ezra had a reason to be in her house that night and warns her to be careful.
From there, Alice begins to dig into Ezra’s past, convinced that the break-in was no random crime. The deeper she goes, the more unsettling the truth becomes. It seems she can’t trust anyone when every revelation points closer to home. Even Alice herself starts to feel unreliable as both a murder suspect and a tabloid obsession at the center of a national scandal. And now, Jamie has gone missing.
Though the story unfolds at a slow pace, I found it a gripping psychological rollercoaster. Katherine Faulkner masterfully explores betrayal, obsession, and the blurry line between guilt and innocence. There were moments I couldn’t even trust Alice and that’s what made it so addictive.