Nothing But Questions

I was hungover.That's how it starts. Not with a stranger, or a locked door, or a house at the end of a track with no signal. It starts with me, face down on my bed at half eight in the morning, deciding that my sister could wait.Hannah was going to look round a house, miles from anywhere, with a man she'd never met. She wanted me with her.You're the witness, she said.So I sat in the car.Three years on, our mother doesn't remember that Hannah existed. The police have given me back a box of her belongings and a monthly phone call that tells me nothing. Every possible line of enquiry, they said. Then they stopped saying anything at all.I know what I saw that morning.It's everything before it that I got wrong.They were investigating Hannah's murder.I'm investigating Hannah.A deeply emotional, slow-burn psychological thriller about sisterhood, survivor's guilt, and learning to live with the questions that remain.