Ashley Audrain Livres

'The women in this family, we're different . . .' The arrival of baby Violet was meant to be the happiest day of my life. It was meant to be a fresh start. But as soon as I held her in my arms I knew something wasn't right. I have always known that the women in my family aren't meant to be mothers. My husband Fox says I'm imagining it. He tells me I'm nothing like my own mother, and that Violet is the sweetest child. But she's different with me. Something feels very wrong. Is it her? Or is it me? Is she the monster? Or am I?

The whispers started long before the accident on Harlow Lane . . . There was the party, where Whitney screamed at her ten-year-old, Xavier. Afterwards, the silence was deafening. Then there's her neighbour and friend, Blair - who snoops round Whitney's house when she's not in. She'd be better off watching her own home, keeping her husband on a tighter leash... Rebecca treats sick kids. She loves them, everyone sees that. If only she and her partner had been blessed with their own. . . After the accident sends these neighbours rushing to a hospital bedside, the whispers grow into a cacophony - what really happened that night?