I wake in a bed, with a stranger leaning over me. She asks my name
and I realise I don’t know what it is. I don’t know who I am or why I’m
I’m grateful to the police who found me on the remote stretch of highway, covered in blood, with crimson flowers in my hair. To the doctors, too, who brought me back from the brink of death.
But I see the suspicion in their eyes.
They don’t believe me when I say I don’t remember who I am. They are unsure if I can be trusted.
Am I the innocent victim? Or guilty of a terrible crime?
No one has reported me missing or come looking for me. But today, a bouquet of blood-red roses has been delivered to my room.
Am I in danger? Or is someone trying to help me?
Searching for anything in this town that might seem familiar, I’m cornered by a woman with wild eyes who calls me I name I don’t know. She tells me my brother is in danger and only I can save him.
But how do I know if I can trust her, if I can’t even trust myself?
A totally gripping psychological suspense novel that you won’t be able to put down and will keep you turning the pages late into the night. Perfect for fans of The Girl on the Train, The Woman in the Window and The Silent Patient.
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