Every reflection hides a truth—and some refuse to stay buried.
They say the tide never forgets. In Savannah, neither do the dead.
Ten years after her twin sister Vera’s fatal fall at Shellmarsh Landing Pier, Irene Sullivan has built a careful life of quiet routines and unspoken guilt. But lately the house feels different—mirrors shimmer, rooms rearrange themselves, and lipstick she doesn’t own, stains her coffee cup. Each day brings new notes written in her own I know what you did.
Detective Rowan Locke is investigating a string of murders linked to the name V. Sullivan, and the trail leads straight back to Irene. As the investigation closes in, the veil between the living and the dead begins to thin.
Because Vera never truly left that pier. And death was only the beginning.
Beneath Her Reflection is about grief, guilt, and the things we hide deep inside. The story feels honest and real, even when it touches on supernatural elements. It’s clear that the author put a lot of care into telling this story, respecting the emotions involved and making it feel genuine.
The writing style is calm and thoughtful. The author takes their time to build a moody atmosphere, especially with the setting of Savannah and Shellmarsh Landing. The way the story switches between Irene’s memories and the detective’s investigation makes everything feel layered and interesting. The idea of reflections—things hidden beneath the surface—is used really well throughout, reminding us that sometimes the truth is just out of sight, waiting to be uncovered.
One of the best parts about the book is how it explores its themes. It’s not just a spooky story; it’s about how the past can haunt us and how difficult it is to face the truth. The story shows that sometimes we keep secrets because we’re afraid of what we might find. The author handles these themes with kindness and understanding, making it easy to connect with the characters’ feelings of guilt, regret, and longing.
The tone of the story is gentle and respectful. Irene’s feelings are portrayed with honesty, making her a relatable character. Her guilt and confusion seem real, not exaggerated. The supernatural parts are subtle and feel like part of her inner world, not something forced or overly scary. It’s more about the emotional weight than jump scares, which makes the story feel more meaningful.
Reading Beneath Her Reflection feels like having a quiet chat with someone who truly understands the pain of loss and the need to find closure. It’s easy to relate to the characters’ struggles and their desire to uncover the truth, even when it’s uncomfortable. The story shows that sometimes the biggest secrets are the ones we keep from ourselves.
Overall, this book is a thoughtful and touching story about facing what’s hidden in the shadows. It’s well-written, respectful, and full of quiet truths that remind us that sometimes, the most important reflections are the ones we don’t want to see.
This book got under my skin in the best way. Beneath Her Reflection leans heavily into mood and atmosphere, and it does it well quietly creepy, emotionally heavy, and steadily unsettling rather than loud or jump scare driven.
The grief and guilt Irene carries feel very real, and I loved how the haunting elements blur the line between memory, trauma, and the supernatural. The mirrors, the notes, the small wrong details creeping into her everyday life all build a sense of unease that slowly tightens instead of exploding all at once. Savannah as a setting adds to that lingering, damp, haunted feeling like the past is always just beneath the surface.
The mystery side of the story works nicely alongside the psychological horror. Rowan’s investigation adds tension without pulling focus away from Irene’s internal unraveling, and the way the past and present collide kept me turning pages. I also appreciated that the story trusts the reader and doesn’t rush to explain everything immediately.
Overall, this felt like a thoughtful, eerie read with emotional weight behind the scares. If you enjoy slow-burn horror, haunted reflections, unreliable memories, and stories where grief becomes something monstrous, this one is absolutely worth picking up.
This story is a beautifully unsettling blend of psychological suspense and Southern gothic atmosphere. From the first line, it pulls you into a Savannah that feels alive with memory, guilt, and something far more dangerous than ghosts. The premise of twin sisters bound by a terrible secret is compelling on its own, but the execution is what truly shines here. Irene is a deeply human protagonist uiet, guarded, and shaped by grief in a way that feels authentic rather than melodramatic. The slow unraveling of her carefully constructed life is chilling, especially as the supernatural elements creep in through mirrors, misplaced objects, and handwritten notes that feel intensely personal. These moments are subtle, eerie, and expertly paced. The setting is used to great effect; the tide, the pier, and the old house all feel like characters themselves, heavy with history and menace. Detective Rowan Locke adds a grounded counterbalance to the supernatural tension, keeping the mystery sharp and emotionally resonant. This is a haunting, well-crafted story about guilt, identity, and the lies we tell ourselves to survive. It lingers long after the final line exactly what great psychological horror should do.
Beneath Her Reflection is the kind of psychological thriller that gets under your skin and stays there. From the first page, L.C. McConnell creates an eerie, beautifully unsettling atmosphere where grief, guilt, and the supernatural blur together in the most compelling way. Savannah feels alive and haunted, the pier is dripping with dread, and every reflection seems to carry a secret.
Irene is a deeply complex protagonist, and the slow unraveling of her past kept me hooked. The tension builds steadily, the twists feel earned, and the emotional weight hits hard without ever feeling forced. I loved how the story balances mystery with psychological depth, creepy, smart, and emotionally resonant.
I had it all figured out, I was right, I was wrong, and was unsure. Then it was what I thought it would be, only different. This story kept me guessing and reassessing.