Mercer, still reeling from a tragedy involving her husband and young daughter, is hired to write a book about a young woman on trial for the murder of her own baby daughter. Mercer is sure that Ashlyn Bryant is guilty, but when Ashlyn is unexpectedly acquitted, the book Mercer was hired to write takes a whole new direction. Now Mercer must write about how Ashlyn overcame the tragic loss of her daughter and the stigma of being charged with her murder. For the book to get out while the public is still interested, time is of the essence, so Ashlyn moves in with Mercer, to get the job done. But the question remains...if Ashlyn didn't kill the little girl, who did? As Mercer tries to get to the truth of Ashlyn's story, she suddenly finds herself questioning her role in her own family's accident. And getting answers from Ashlyn is like pulling teeth. She talks in circles; what she says one day, she denies the next. Mercer doesn't know what to believe. And this goes on and on and on. To the point that it drug the story down and I didn't care about any of them anymore. It got mildly more interesting at the end, but overall, not a very satisfying read.