Keeping secrets is akin to putting up endless barricades on the road ahead. You may skirt or go around them, but there will always be the next one. Only if you tear them down clean, will you be truly free. It’s an old adage that secrets have their way of exposing themselves. Isn’t it an irony that secrets don’t want to be kept? Even as you so carefully guard them, they are like running water that eventually seeps their way into crevices, gradually blotching surfaces, then the occasional droplets, until it cannot hold it in anymore it bursts!
Well written, but I did not totally like Lucie, the main character. Did it really take losing her daughter for her to own up and open up? Oh well, maybe there won’t be a story if she had a stronger character. I might have gotten annoyed, but the book was still worth the time reading.