Let me start by saying, I devoured this book in two sittings. Catherine’s writing is so immersive that I felt like I was right there with Erin, scuba diving in Bora Bora and then spiraling into her chaotic world back home. The way she captures the slow unraveling of a 'perfect' life is both terrifying and mesmerizing.

What stood out to me was how real Erin felt. She’s not some infallible heroine—she makes mistakes, but she *thinks*. Like when she practices with a gun before a dangerous meeting? That’s the kind of detail that made me nod and think, 'Yeah, that’s what someone would actually do.' No lazy tropes here.

The tension builds like a storm. At first, it’s all honeymoon bliss and wedding plans, but then—*bang*—something hits the boat (literally). From there, the story takes off at a breakneck pace. I found myself texting friends at midnight: 'Just one more chapter… okay, maybe two.'

Now, about that ending. Some readers hated it; I get why. It’s abrupt, like slamming into a wall after a sprint. But for me? It worked. Life doesn’t wrap up neatly, and neither does this story. The ambiguity left me staring at the ceiling for hours, replaying scenes in my head.

Fair warning: If you need clear-cut heroes or tidy resolutions, this isn’t your book. But if you want a thriller that feels *lived-in*, where characters breathe and bad decisions snowball? Dive in. Just don’t blame me when you cancel plans to finish it.