"None of us know, until pushed, what our limits truly are"

This book had me hooked from the very beginning. I've read and enjoyed both of C.J. Tudor's previous books, but for me this one was on a whole new level

We follow Gabe a man who, three years ago, received a phone call telling him his wife and young daughter had been murdered: except, on the drive home, he sees his daughter in the back of a car he doesn't recognise. This sets him on a journey of vengeance and obsession to prove that the little girl found dead wasn't his daughter, and that she is still alive somewhere

The short snappy chapters and vague, tantalising details made it so I couldn't put this book down. Flitting between POVs also kept the momentum up, while ensuring we couldn't grow too attached to any one character in particular before returning to the others

As with Tudor's previous books, the mysteries are established and gradually reveled expertly. We find snippets of information out exactly as and when we need to, building to the small and big reveals

Parts of this are a bit gruesome, in regards to corpses and crime scenes, but nothing too bad. I would warn for child death, spouse death, parental death, murder, and general grief

*This book was sent to me by the publisher in exchange for an honest review*