After the stress of the pandemic and her mother’s horrible cancer death, English nurse Wendy can only think about getting away from it all by herself.
She books an extended stay at an isolated mountain cabin in France and it soon becomes apparent to the reader that things aren’t that rosy between Wendy and the family she has left behind - her teacher husband Harry and two adult children.
With the weather much colder than she had anticipated, and the cabin more rustic too, Wendy has plenty of time to reflect on her life. Then her best friend Jill comes for an unwelcome visit and matters get out of hand.
This is such an emotionally raw story about a woman who’s been living in denial about her life falling apart, and the slow reveal of the root cause behind her troubles was handled so well. It’s been my favourite read so far this year.
