If you were driving in a bad rain storm through a forest and you saw a
parked car with someone in it, would you stop to see if they were ok?
Cass did stop for a moment but then thought better of it. She had
promised her husband, Matthew, that she wouldn't take the dangerous
shortcut through the forest, but she did to get home faster during the
storm. But the next morning, the news is reporting that the woman in
the car she saw was murdered. Cass is pretty shocked when she hears
this. Cass also discovers that the victim, Jane, was a woman she had
recently befriended. Cass doesn't tell anyone that she saw Jane in the
car, but by keeping this secret, she is becoming more and more
depressed.
With all this going on, Cass realizes she is forgetting simple things like
how to turn on the washer or the coffee maker. Could she be losing her
mind, just like her mother did? Matthew reassures Cass that this not
the and convinces Cass to talk to a doctor, who prescribes her
medication. Once Cass starts taking the meds, she decides to phone
the police and let them know what time she passed Jane in the forest.
Now things really get strange. Cass is receiving phone calls every day,
but no one is on the line. Along with her forgetfulness, Matthew is
upset because she signed a contract to have a security alarm put in
their house, but Cass claims she never signed anything... but her
signature is right on the contract. Cass is now sure that since she
phoned the police, Jane's killer is after her. Then Cass is admitted to
the hospital due to an overdose of her medication. Is Cass having a
breakdown, or is someone trying to make her think she is?
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Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car
in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a
downpour, with the woman sitting inside—the woman who was
killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind;
what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to
be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious
if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that
shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt
herself if she’d stopped.
But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing:
where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm
code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.
The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she
might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that
someone’s watching her…
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