Two girls go missing, decades apart. What would you do if one was your daughter?
When eight-year-old Grace goes missing from a sweetshop on the way home from school, her mother Emma is plunged into a nightmare. Her family rallies around, but as the police hunt begins, cracks begin to emerge.
What are the secret emails sent between Emma’s husband and her sister? Why does her mother take so long to join the search? And is Emma really as innocent as she seems?
Meanwhile, ageing widow Maggie Taylor sees Grace’s picture in the newspaper. It’s a photograph that jolts her from the pain of her existence into a spiralling obsession with another girl – the first girl who disappeared…
This is a gripping psychological thriller with a killer twist that will take your breath away.
Firstly thank you to Avon for having me on the blog tour .
This intrigued Me from the first email !
With the release of the new version of it later this year seeing the red balloon is very striking and chilling.
I received this in today’s post and I’ve finished it by early evening .
This is a book you find yourself whizzing through.
All is not as it seems … who is telling the truth ?
Who and why would someone take a little girl.?
This is every parents worst nightmare I think .
I have lost my kids for 5 minuted in asda and that was horrible enough !
This is chilling and incredibly fast paced .
You can feel the anxiety and tension that would be on high levels in a situation like this .
And the twists …once they start they don’t stop !
Be prepared to realise not all is what it seems .
I wish the author every success with this book and can’t wait to read more from her .
Here is a extract of the book and do check out the other blogs taking part.
I’m so tired. I can hardly keep my eyes open – even after having a glass of Coca-Cola. We’re back in George’s car. Everyone else is sitting in their cars too, ready to drive off the ferry. I wanted to sit in the front seat again, but he said they’re strict with things like this in Belgium. I’ve never been to Belgium so I didn’t know that.
I don’t dare ask about Mummy and Daddy again. ‘I’ve told you, they’re waiting for you,’ he said. I think he might be lying. I have to stop thinking about them or else I’m going to start crying again. George doesn’t like histrionics. I know that now.
I look out of my window. There’s another girl, probably older than me. I wave at her, but she just stares at me. She says some¬thing, but I don’t know how to lip-read. It’s probably to her mum because she looks at me too. She doesn’t smile either. She frowns and moves her head closer to the window. She looks at George and points.
‘Do you know that lady, George?’
His hands are gripping the steering wheel tight, like he’s scared we’re going to fall into the sea. He turns round and looks where I’m looking.
‘No.’ He hardly moves his lips. ‘For fuck’s sake, kid, what have you been doing?’
The woman is still looking at him; she looks at me again.
‘Smile and wave,’ says George, through his teeth.
He says it in a way that makes me think I really have to do as he says. Tears are coming to my eyes, but I smile my biggest smile – the one my gran always likes – and then I wave.
Slowly, the woman’s frown goes away and she smiles a small smile.
‘Thank fuck for that,’ says George.
I wish he’d stop saying naughty words.
The mummy looks at George. He rolls his eyes at her while smiling. She does the same. Adults can be copycats too.
A siren sounds; it makes me jump.
‘Right, kid,’ he says. ‘Doors are opening now. Make sure that seat belt is visible.’ He turns round again. ‘And don’t even think about looking at strangers again. There are some right nutters out there.’