If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?
Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside―the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.
But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.
The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…
You won’t be able to put down B. A. Paris’s The Breakdown, the next chilling, propulsive novel from the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Behind Closed Doors.
The Breakdown by B. A. Paris creeped me out and definitely kept me guessing. The pacing in this novel is fabulous (I read it in one day), and the psychological aspect is intense. I found myself questioning all of the characters throughout the novel and could not get over the impact the brain has on our psyche.
Against her better judgement and husband’s wishes, Cass Anderson takes the shortcut home. The thunderstorm slows her drive down a bit, but it’s still a quicker route. A car is pulled over on the side of the road. Cass drives past it but pulls over. The rain is coming down hard so she struggles to see who is in the car. Has the car broken down? Is the driver stranded? Cass waits in hopes that the person in the car will either run to her to get help or flash the car lights to let her know all is okay, but neither happens. A little freaked out by the weather and her circumstances, Cass leaves the car behind.
In the morning Cass is told about the murder on Blackwater Lane. She immediately blames herself and is too ashamed to tell her family and friends that she passed the car on her way home and could possibly have prevented the murder. Her guilt from the murder accelerates her stress levels and wreaks havoc with her memory. In addition, she is receiving phone calls by an anonymous caller. Did the killer see her in the woods on her way home? Is the killer now after her? Cass’s life is spiraling out of control and she doesn’t know what to do.
I went through a roller coaster of emotions as I witnessed the breakdown of the main character. I found myself yelling at Matthew, Cass’s husband for not listening to her, yelling at Cass for not explaining to her husband and friends why she was so worried that the murderer was after her and freaking as Cass’s memory deteriorated so quickly. I recommend that you start this book when you have a few extra ours on your hands because once you start it, you will not want to put it down.