I’m the first person to tell anybody that fairytales don’t come true, and yet three months ago that’s exactly what Alice’s life was. Winner of gold Olympic medals meets multi-millionaire bachelor, dream-dates lead to his on-one-knee proposal, which in turn leads to the wedding from paradise and the honeymoon from heaven. Why then has it all turned to hell?
It wasn’t always that way, of course. There are dark secrets hidden in Alice’s past, things which she’s stamped down and concealed at the back of her memory. The decaying body hidden behind a wall in her new dream home refuses to stay hidden, making its presence known through the black spots of mold working their way through—and excavating the black spots in Alice’s memory in the process.
She’s pretty sure she knows who’s responsible for the presence of the corpse in the cavity wall, and—as is usual in this genre—decides to sort it herself, rather than going to the police, and not in the way you might expect. It’s not a simple matter of acting on her assumptions, however, and it’s not long before things become even darker.
The narrative jumps back and forth between Alice’s past and nightmare present, and all bets are off in terms of what the reader might think—not to mention enough weird-seeming occurrences to throw us off-balance. It kept me engrossed, for the most part, although I wasn’t sure about the trigger warnings and chapter choices offered me at a couple of points within the text. They were well-meant, I think, although they did break the flow. Nevertheless, a good story which maintains reader interest.