“I came home from the cemetery and found a little boy called Harry in my kitchen. Yes. That’s what happened. Isn’t it?”

Losing a child is inarguably a life changing and painful experience. Tessa Markham would know. She lost two. After losing her children her life came crashing down. Her marriage to Scott ended and she struggled to make sense of things. She visits the cemetery every single Sunday without fail, determined to honor her children and keep their memories close.

One Sunday, she comes home from cemetery and right there… sitting at her kitchen table, asking for hot chocolate from his “new mummy”… she discovers Harry. Who is this boy? Why is everyone accusing her of taking this child? Even Scott accuses her of needing professional help. News cameras and reporters are camped out on her lawn day in and day out. Would you just sit around allowing people to accuse you of stealing a child? Haven’t you been through enough? You’re not crazy… are you? These are the questions Tessa asks of herself each day. With the “help” of a questionable neighbor and her boss (who happens to like her a lot) Tessa begins to unravel a HUGE web of lies and deceit.

You WON’T BELIEVE who is responsible for taking away so many years of her life! Do NOT start this book unless you have time because you won’t want to put it down! Wow! Excellent thriller with many twists!