"Sometimes I get so low I feel like I'm looking up at myself through the soles of my shoes. And they're ugly shoes."
When Sarah House's husband doesn't come home for yet another Christmas, she finally sees her marriage for what it is...a sham, and a waste of 20 good years. No amount of wine is going to fix it. She knows. She's tried.
Her marriage isn't the only lie in her life.
When her husband goes missing, she has just 12 days to set things right...and sometimes right isn't the man you've got. Sometimes it's the kind of man that speaks quietly and carries a .45.
A Sarah House Novel...noir, love, and guns. And brandy.