Book review: The Missing Widow by L.G. Davis

4⭐
Genre ~ domestic fiction
Setting ~ Tennessee
Publication date ~ October 18, 2022
Publisher ~ Bookouture
Est Page Count ~ 250 (40 chapters +e)
POV ~ single 1st
Featuring ~ spouse with cancer, references to sexual assault

My review:

Meghan/Zoe is on the run with 4 year old son, Ashton/Clark, after her husband dies and her very powerful in-laws are pointing the finger at her.

It’s hard to know who to trust, but they land in Willow Creek, Tennessee and meet a lovely older lady named, Ruth. Ruth not only gives them a secluded cabin to live in, but she watches Clark so she can work as a waitress. Cafe owner, Tasha, proves to be an understanding boss and a great friend when needed.

If there were ever a set of in-laws that you didn’t want these would be the ones. Nora and Cole were absolutely awful in every way, shape and form. Even when they weren’t on page they were in the background making me mad.

The kid is what I’d expect from a 4 year old. Sweet moments tangled in with tantrums.

Overall, it was pretty steadily paced. It felt suspensefully realistic for someone being on the run and always looking over their shoulder. I did have a feeling about one of the big zingers, but it did not take a way from my enjoyment.

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I’d love to hear your thoughts if you’ve read it.

Book blurb:

To save my little boy, I must find out the truth. But am I already too late?

I never thought I could be this lucky: to live in a stunning home with my gorgeous husband Brett, and our sweet little son Clark. We even have a maid to help around the house, and my devoted in-laws live just down the road. My peaceful, luxurious lifestyle is a far cry from the hardship I grew up with. But all too soon, it all comes crashing down around me when I find out that my dear husband Brett is dying.

My heart is broken beyond repair, and I would do anything to take Brett’s pain away. And towards the end when he is too weak to move, he asks me to do just that. But I know I can’t bring myself to take a life. So, when I wake up to find his body, and the police accuse me of murder, there’s a horrible question that cuts through my grief. Who killed my husband? And why are they framing me?

With my face splashed across the news, I take Clark and run for my life so nobody can take my son away. Hiding out in a cabin in the forest, I think perhaps we will be safe here. But soon I realise that someone is watching us, lurking in the shadows. And one night, they leave a newspaper clipping on my doorstep, my face circled in red. I think it’s someone I know, and I’m beginning to realise that Clark is in terrible danger. Because the more I think about the night Brett died, the more I realise that the people I trusted are not who I thought they were…

The only way I can keep my son safe is to find out what really happened. But with my memories blurred and dream-like, how can I uncover the truth when I can’t even trust myself? And when Clark goes missing, am I already too late to save my little boy?

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