Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting insideâ€”the woman who was killed. Sheâ€™s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? Itâ€™s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew sheâ€™d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if sheâ€™d stopped.
But since then, sheâ€™s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesnâ€™t have a baby.
The only thing she canâ€™t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls sheâ€™s receiving, or the feeling that someoneâ€™s watching herâ€¦