I'm not entirely sure how this book has the ratings it does; I almost feel I must have read a different book than others.

In "Her Name Was Rose," Emily witnesses a fatal hit and run. Plagued by the trauma, she begins looking into the victim's life and soon finds herself stepping into it: filling her vacant position at her job and beginning to get to know her grieving husband.

She soon finds that not everything is at it seems. Or is it? Because this book, in fact, unfolds exactly as I expected it to from its slow, plodding start. I wondered if this book was just a victim of comparison, as I read so many thrillers, but when I got to the preposterous epilogue, which throws in a romance with absolutely ZERO weight given to its chemistry in advance, I knew it wasn't just me.