Somehow I end up reading a lot of books where one of the main characters is gaslighted a lot. I’m totally not into that in real life, but apparently I’m into reading about it? Is there something wrong with me? I guess I’ll have to discuss that with my therapist. Note to self: get therapist.
Anyway, our intrepid hero Liam is a forensic crime scene technician, and he’s called to a scene that scares him one day. It’s a woman he was having an affair with, and she was murdered in a gruesome way that was similar to how his mom committed suicide decades ago. Unfortunately, Liam can’t remember where he was the previous night. He calls his detective brother Shawn for some help.
Throughout the book, we learn more about the victim and Liam’s relationship, Shawn and Liam’s relationship, Liam and his wife’s relationship, yadda yadda yadda. There came a point where I just wanted to grab Liam by the shoulders and shake him. He was trusting people he shouldn’t have been trusting, and he was being stupid. It got to the point where if I was listening to this, I would’ve put it on 1.2 or 1.4 times as fast to get it over with. Obviously someone who wasn’t supposed to be the bad guy was a bad guy, and we were supposed to suspend our disbelief and go along with Liam on this stupid journey. I did not! I don’t really think you all should read this book, but if you’re into torturing yourself, have at it!