A heart-wrenching psychological thriller told from the alternating perspectives of a grieving mother and the man who took everything from her.
"Well, they sure as shit weren't missing. James and Tommy knew exactly where they were. The kid was floating around the inside of his dad's Chevy, snug at the sandy bottom of the Canal. He wasn't as sure about the dad's location. Depending on the currents, well he could be damn near anywhere."
"The realization the Oliver was gone didn't come in the heart-wrenching moment she saw his small arm draped over the back seat of Jon's car. It didn't even come at the funeral, when his pale little body lay surrounded by cold white silk. Rather, it came in the million little things that built up around her and swallowed her whole until she found herself in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by emptiness, and no idea how she had gotten there."