How I Lost You

Jenny Blackhurst
Headline • 2015

A woman without a memory struggles to discover the truth about her past and her identity in this cerebral and dark thriller reminiscent of works by bestselling authors S.J. Watson and Ruth Ware.I have... no memory of what happened but I was told I killed my son. And you believe what your loved ones, your doctor and the police tell you, don't you? My name is Emma Cartwright. Three years ago I was Susan Webster, and I murdered my twelve-week-old son Dylan. I was sent to Oakdale Psychiatric Institute for my crime, and four weeks ago I was released early on parole with a new identity, address, and a chance to rebuild my tattered life. This morning, I received an envelope addressed to Susan Webster. Inside it was a photograph of a toddler called Dylan. Now I am questioning everything I believe because if I have no memory of the event, how can I truly believe he's dead? If there was the smallest chance your son was alive, what would you do to get him back?
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  • Počet strán: 352 strán
  • ISBN13:9781472218964
  • Ďalšie vydania: Ztichlý dům

Autor: Ztichlý dům Názov: Jenny Blackhurst Rok vydania: 2018 Vydavateľ: Domino Počet strán: 376 Orig. názov: How I Lost You Preklad: Petra Krámková . . . Susan Websterová sa po troch rokoch za mrežami dostáva na slobodu. Odsedela si trest za vraždu svojho dvojmesačného syna Dylana. Diagnóza? Laktačná psychóza. Susan si na nič nepamätá, nechápe, ako mohla byť niečoho tak strašného schopná.[...]

A woman without a memory struggles to discover the truth about her past and her identity in this cerebral and dark thriller reminiscent of works by bestselling authors S.J. Watson and Ruth Ware.

I have no memory of what happened but I was told I killed my son. And you believe what your loved ones, your doctor and the police tell you, don't you? My name is Emma Cartwright. Three years ago I was Susan Webster, and I murdered my twelve-week-old son Dylan. I was sent to Oakdale Psychiatric Institute for my crime, and four weeks ago I was released early on parole with a new identity, address, and a chance to rebuild my tattered life. This morning, I received an envelope addressed to Susan Webster. Inside it was a photograph of a toddler called Dylan. Now I am questioning everything I believe because if I have no memory of the event, how can I truly believe he's dead? If there was the smallest chance your son was alive, what would you do to get him back?