If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?
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 inside―the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.
But since then, she’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 doesn’t have a baby.
The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…
The Breakdown is B.A. Paris’s follow up to her amazing debut novel, Behind Closed Doors, which is one of my favorite thrillers. With Behind Closed Doors being such a great read, I went into The Breakdown with high expectations that I’ sad to say weren’t met. Cass tended to get on my nerves more than anything and I had no desire to keep reading. I actually didn’t touch my Kindle for 3 days, which is extremely unusual for me. I still plan on reading B.A. Paris’s next book with hopes that I enjoy it more than The Breakdown.
I voluntarily received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.
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“I hold my breath, listening for the slightest sound that will tell me there’s someone there but there’s nothing-no static, no breathing, no sound at all-as if he, like me, is holding his breath.”
“The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I whip round, my heart thudding, but there’s no one there, only the branches of a tree some twenty feet away from me stirring in the wind. Except that, today, there isn’t any wind.”