One of the hundred books a year I read:

Thirteen-year-old Julie is kidnapped from her bedroom while her parents sleep. The only witness, sister Jane, can provide only a vague description of the kidnapper.

Eight years later, a young woman shows up on the doorstep claiming to be the missing daughter and creating fissures in the family.

Jane has spent her life battling the perfect memory of the other daughter and her own self-doubt that she did nothing while watching her sister get kidnapped. Mother Anna fights to believe that her daughter is home, despite mounting evidence that the woman is not who she claims.

In a series of flashbacks, the woman claiming to be Julie tells her own story of the previous eight years, revealing layer by layer where she has been, what she has been doing, and—importantly—why she has chosen this moment to appear in the family’s life.

The novel is filled with numerous twists and turns and purposely blurs memories, creating misdirection and, sometimes, confusion.