Dana Catrell's life is in chaos. She's married to a lawyer who makes her feel trivial, sticking her inside his pocket like loose change. She's also sliding towards the brink of insanity. Devastated by mania, a result of her bipolar disorder, Dana finds that there are troubling holes in her memory, including what happened on the afternoon of her friend Celia's death. She's horrified to learn she was the last person to see her alive.
Is murder on her mind--or is it all in her head?
Closing her eyes, Dana can see images, loose pieces of a hazy puzzle. Sangria in a glass, a tiny rip in Celia's screen door, Celia lying in a pool of blood, the broken vase beside her head, the kitchen knife just so above her hand. But there are infuriating, terrifying gaps.
Is there a killer lurking inside her . . . or is there one out there in the shadows of reality, waiting to strike again?