Nothing like her childhood, growing up in the lonely, wild Mojave Desert on her family’s ranch, Sundial. Surrounded by dogs, coyotes, and research assistants.
For a while, it seemed like Rob got her wish: A husband, two daughters, the white picket fence, and margaritas with the neighbors. But when a frightening accident in her home reveals a disturbing secret in her oldest daughter’s bedroom, Rob knows her luck has run out. What’s buried out at Sundial could never stay a secret forever, and Rob must risk one last trip out there to protect her family’s future.
This made it even more challenging to predict what would happen because who in this cast of terrible people could be the good guy we’re supposed to be rooting for?
I finished Sundial with more questions than I started with, and while I usually hate that, the genius of this narrative – the secrets and twists – made it entirely acceptable. I’m not going to give anything away, but the manipulation and suspense make this well worth the read.
I am filled with a heart-stopping anxiety, made worse by the suspicion that I am the architect of my own destruction.