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?
What a page turner! I enjoyed the twists and turns of this story and it held me interest from beginning to end.
This to me is a mother's worst nightmare - being set-up and having your baby stolen from you. Then the police tell you that you killed your own newborn baby. What? And you don't remember and have no proof to tell them otherwise.
That is exactly what happened to Susan Webster, she served her time, was released and is now living under a new identity in a new town as Ms. Emma Cartwright.
Then weird/sinister things begin to happen - a picture shows up of a 4 year old and it has your son's name, then his baby blanket and a baby brush (just to name a few)...What is happening?
Is this an awful trick or is Dylan really alive?
I'm going to pair this book with Pimm's Iced Tea, delish!
I would rate this read 4 wine glasses our of 5.
About the Author
Jenny Blackhurst grew up in Shropshire where she still lives with her husband and children. Growing up she spent hours reading and talking about crime novels - writing her own seemed like natural progression. The Night She Died is Jenny's fourth novel.
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