Six years ago, my best friend Lucy died the night before her wedding to Ryan.

Now I’m going to marry him.

I know how it looks. I know what people whisper behind our backs. But Ryan and I found each other in the wreckage of that night. Grief does things like that.

Then the letter arrives. No stamp. No address. Just my name on a plain brown envelope.

You need to know something about the man you’re about to marry . . . before it’s too late.

I’m sure that can’t be true. Ryan is a good man. Decent, loyal, kind. I trust him and I love him.

But Lucy had a letter too, in the weeks before her wedding.

And Lucy never made it to the altar.

AN EXHILARATING PSYCHOLOGICAL SUSPENSE WITH TWISTS THAT WILL MAKE YOU GASP.

Perfect for fans of Alice Feeney, Sue Watson, John Marrs, Jane E. James, Shalini Boland and Valerie Keogh.