This is a very un-Matt Shaw-like book. It is the story of a couple who lost their baby boy and what it has done to them. It is incredibly sad. I kept waiting for the "horror" aspect to show up until I realized the horror occurred before the book began--when the baby died.
The wife just seems to drift through the entire story, unable to be in the present. The husband wants to do something--anything--to help his wife, but he has also gone a little off the deep end, too. He was just as broken as his wife, but society dictates that he has to be strong for her, so he goes back to work and has to push his sadness aside.
Until he can't anymore.
In the end, what the husband has done ends up being a comfort for him alone and you're left wondering if it will be enough, if anything can be enough after the loss he has suffered.
There are few things sadder than losing a baby immediately after its born. The feelings of loss, anger, hopelessness, and love are all beautifully written. Matt Shaw proves you don't need a "horror" book to experience horror and that is probably the scariest thing for all of us.