They should have been watching.
All the characte.
I found very hard to stop reading.
Goodreads reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Fantastic... didn\'t see what was coming! A must-read. @kayoliverauthor, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Had me hooked from start to finish, I binge read it in just over a day it was that good! So many twists and turns...
I had to know what had happened.
I couldn\'t put this down.
I kept guessing and second guessing. so many shocking revelations and twists....
Goodreads reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
A gripping, captivating thriller...
The ending was so shocking I had to take a breath and read it again.
An edge-of-your-seat thriller, I could not put it down... gripped me from the first pages.
Blue Moon Blogger, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Wow...
I raced through that ending like there was no tomorrow.
It left me speechless... took me by surprise in so many ways.
I knew I wouldn\'t get much done or fall asleep until I finished it...
I couldn\'t turn the pages fast enough...
See what readers are saying about The School Trip: Loved!!!!!...
Perfect for fans of Gillian Flynn, Ruth Ware and Lisa Jewell.
But who could want to punish me this badly? Is it linked to the night I refuse to think about-the terrible night my husband died? Did my mistakes put my baby girl in danger?Can I save her by finally facing the past?Or will I lose her forever when the truth comes out? A brilliantly twisty thriller that will have you gripped from the first page to the final reveal.
Whoever took her must be someone I know.
Claire would never leave with a stranger.
My blood turns to ice.
And then a detective shows me a video: my daughter, skipping away from the farm, holding hands with an adult in a bulky coat, their cap pulled down low.
We call the police and frantically scour the fields and playgrounds, my heart breaking as I cry out Claire\'s name.
But as the sun sets and the teachers gather the children, Claire is nowhere to be seen.
It\'s been so hard since my husband died and my sweet little girl deserves to be happy.
They giggle as they stroke the animals and search for the perfect Halloween pumpkin, and as I watch my daughter Claire race off with her friends, the pink ribbon in her hair bouncing, I breathe a sigh of relief.
On this crisp October day, the class of six-year-old children are wrapped up warm in gloves and coats for their trip to a local farm.
But my little girl is gone...
They should have been watching
