“ Clever and compelling. You'll love The Child. ”
“ I loved this gripping story that kept me guessing to the end. Barton treats her broken characters with such compassion that I wanted to reach into the pages and hug them. ”
Liz Nugent, author of LYING IN WAIT
“ Fiona Barton has outdone herself with The Child. An engrossing, irresistible story about the coming to light of a long-buried secret. An absolutely fabulous read - I loved it! ”
Shari Lapena, bestselling author of THE COUPLE NEXT DOOR
“ Tense, tantalising and ultimately very satisfying . . . definitely one of the year's must-reads. ”
“ This expertly executed thriller, full of gritty authentic detail, is made even better by a killer twist that will catch you off guard. ”
“ A gripping book you won't be able to put down. ”
Sun on Sunday
“ A brilliant page-turner. ”
“ Barton kicks the novel's suspense into a new gear, and you won't be able to put it down until all the secrets have been shared. ”
“ Compelling, mawkish and macabre with abundant twists and turns to keep the interest levels high. ”
“ You won't be able to put this book down! ”
“ A killer hook and fascinating characters made The Widow last year's must-read. Fiona Barton's second novel, The Child, is even more tense. ”
“ A twisty and satisfying plot. ”
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May 18, 2017
My computer is winking at me knowingly as I sit down at my desk. I touch the keyboard and a photo of Paul appears on my screen. It’s the one I took of him in Rome on our honeymoon, eyes full of love across a table in the Campo de’ Fiori. I try to smile back at him, but as I lean in I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the screen and stop. I hate seeing myself without warning. Don’t recognize myself, sometimes. You think you know what you look like and there is this stranger looking at you. It can frighten me.
But today, I study the stranger’s face. The brown hair half pulled up on top of the head in a frantic work bun, naked skin, shadows and lines creeping towards the eyes like subsidence cracks.
Christ, you look awful, I tell the woman on the screen. The movement of her mouth mesmerizes me and I make her speak some more.
Come on, Emma, get some work done, she says. I smile palely at her and she smiles back.
This is mad behaviour, she tells me in my own voice and I stop.
Thank God Paul can’t see me now, I think.