Love You to Death
by Anya Mora
But after we get engaged, strange things start happening. I find Theo’s sweater hanging in the wardrobe, and his wedding band on the bathroom sink. Our old wedding album is on the coffee table, and I can smell my late husband’s cologne in the air.
Parker is sure it’s my daughter Sadie playing a practical joke, still hurting after the death of her father. But I start to wonder if it’s my in-laws, angry about my new marriage. Then I become terrified it’s something darker…
When a photo of my late husband and my daughter appears on my bedside table, her smiling face scratched out with something sharp, a shiver runs down my spine. Is someone coming for my child?
My world is crumbling. But whoever is behind this doesn’t know the lies I buried with my first marriage. They don’t know the dark secret I have hidden in the attic. And if someone is threatening my daughter, they have no idea how far I’ll go to keep her safe…
An addictive and gripping thriller that will leave you guessing until the very last page. Packed with twists, this is perfect for fans of Freida McFadden’s The Housemaid, The Girl on the Train and Colleen Hoover’s Verity.
My Rating:
Favorite Quotes:
“I’m not betraying you, I promise. I’m just trying to be happy,” I whisper, to nothing, to the house, to no one.
I kept everything in, and then when it spilled out, he couldn’t handle it. It was too much at once. Maybe our life, our marriage, would’ve been different if there had been a steady river of feelings, not a dam that might break at any moment. I’m a private person, and it’s been my downfall in many ways. I lock myself up tight.
He’s always looked like he walked out of a story— effortlessly thoughtful. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, a mouth that always seems on the verge of something— wry or knowing, like he already sees where the conversation is going. His gaze cuts right through the surface and into the marrow of who you are. And those eyes— deep-set, watchful— like he’s memorizing you without ever having to try.
… love isn’t about what’s easy or what makes sense on paper. It’s about who stays. Who stands in the wreckage with you and still reaches for your hand.
My Review:
This was a slowly paced, tense, and angsty read, and as I’m not one for constant angst, this was so not my jam. The main character of Anna was nettlesome, constantly on edge, and not someone l would befriend or enjoy knowing as she seemed about to unravel, yet I wanted to know how this was going to come together. To avoid my discontent, I found it best to read this one in segments, as it was annoying me, yet I remained curious, despite wanting to give Anna a smack or ten with my Kindle. While not a realistic scenario, the last few eye-popping chapters left a skid-mark across my gray matter and made the rest worth the effort.
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