Picoult's 12th book, this time featuring Delia Hopkins, who searches for missing persons
Why would a man who loved his wife - so much that in the quarter cenury since her death, he hasn't found someone to take her place - why wouldn't he have a record of the life he'd had with her, of the baby they'd made?
Delia Hopkins has led a charmed life. Raised in rural New Hampshire by her widowed father Andrew, she now has a young daughter, a handsome fiancé, and a job she loves, finding missing persons.
But as Delia plans her wedding, she is plagued by flashbacks of a life she can't recall. And then a policeman knocks at her door, and her world fractures into something unrecognisable...
This is also a book I'm reading for a group read, and I'm only a fourth in it so far. But I enjoy it a lot and hope to finish it soon.
"I was six years old the first time I disappeared."