She used to tell me everything. They have a picture. It’ll help. But it doesn’t show the way her hair shines so brightly it looks like sheets of gold. She smells very faintly of lemons. She bites her nails. She never cries.
She loves autumn, I wanted to tell them. She collects leaves, like a child does. She is just a child.
One year later.
Naomi is still missing. Jenny is a mother on the brink of obsession. The Malcolm family is in pieces.
Is finding the truth about Naomi the only way to put them back together? Or is the truth the thing that will finally tear them apart?