Upon first opening this book, I could not put it down and dreaded the minutes at work because I could be reading. The mystery of Norah, the man with the fedora, and the missing Erica engrossed me, and as I read, it became a mystery not of people but of the guardian angels we never quite come to recognized.

Yet the ending feel short. The mysteries were left just that, but even more so. Who was Una? Who was Norah and where did she come from? What exactly was her purpose, because what I had come to believe was not how it seemed to end.

I guess I wished for a tidier ending, some sort of explanation. And perhaps it was there, and I did not have the faith to see.