Then a hand reached back, grabbed her arm and yanked her down. Out of sight. Gone. Vanished.
Three years ago, Gabe witnesses the disappearance of his daughter…only to find out she was dead (along with his wife).
But…he’s never believed it. There was always something niggling in the back of his mind.
…he had a different kind of illness. A sickness of the heart and soul.
And so he travels the same roads. Night after night – looking for something, anything – to lead him to his little girl.
…a footpath into the woods, at night, alone.
He flicked on his flashlight and headed through.
And then one night…there’s a clue. It isn’t much…but it’s finally a clue.
A ghostly imprint of a dead man’s hand.
THE OTHER PEOPLE.
But the clue leads Gabe down a far darker path than he ever could’ve imagined.
The smile snapped off. Gabe felt a sudden chill enter his bones.
AHHHHHHH. Tudor has DONE IT AGAIN.
This book was INSANE. C.J.
Right from the start, I was swept off my feet.
Was Gabe hallucinating? Could it all be real? Is there a supernatural twist or are they slowly growing crazy?
The more I read, the more questions piled up.
The plot snarled and tangled and I was like – Tudor. I’m entertained but there’s NO WAY this is going to come to a cohesive end.
And then it did.
I don’t want to give anything away but I loved it. LOVED it.
This one’s gonna stick with me.
We all think that tragedy happens only to other people. Until it happens to us.
A huge thank you to the author and Ballantine Books for sending me a free copy in exchange for an honest review
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