It\'s a normal afternoon when I walk out the patio doors of our kitchen to check on Mia, my stepdaughter, who is swimming in our backyard pool.
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I spent the whole book changing my mind about what happened and who was responsible and did not ever draw th.
I was holding my breath until the very last page, all this with an ending I didn\'t guess.
It was extremely well written, excellent characters, brilliantly addictive. and soon became a fast-paced psychological thriller which I couldn\'t put down.
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Oh my word what a brilliant book this is, it got me interested from the very first page...
It\'s not one to be missed.
I\'d definitely recommend this book to fast-paced psychological thriller lovers.
I think I suspected just about everyone at some point...
I literally read The Stepdaughter in two sittings and don\'t know where today went...
Readers are utterly gripped by The Stepdaughter Wowser This was a fast mover.
Perfect for anyone who was totally hooked by The Mother-in-Law, Kerry Fisher and Big Little Lies.
A twisty novel packed with unputdownable suspense about the power and damage of secrets we hide.
Mia and I haven\'t always been that close and sometimes she drives me nuts, just like any normal teenager, but I would never hurt her.
I just need you to believe me.
From the way she\'s looking at me, I know she thinks I did something to my stepdaughter.
And I can\'t tell her my secret.
What else is he hiding?But the detective keeps asking me where I was during those ten minutes when Mia vanished.
He never told me it was missing.
And why his wedding ring is found at the bottom of the pool after Mia disappeared.
I can tell the officers don\'t believe me: they\'ve cast me as the evil stepmother.
I just wish I could understand the messages I\'ve found from my husband on Mia\'s phone: I\'m so sorry, I still love you.
And when the police come asking questions, I wish I could wind back time to that normal afternoon when I was cooking lasagna for my family, Mia\'s favorite.
Why didn\'t I hear her scream? Who took our little girl? My husband can\'t understand how I could have let his daughter disappear.
I was just feet away.
My heart stops when I see the back gate is open, her pink, fluffy towel lying folded on a chair.
But she\'s gone.
It\'s a normal afternoon when I walk out the patio doors of our kitchen to check on Mia, my stepdaughter, who is swimming in our backyard pool
