<p><b>‘Taut, compelling and deliciously dark’ </b>– <b>B. A. Paris</b><br><br>Leah Dawson and McKenna Hawkins had a lot in common, but they had never met.<br><br>They are smart, professional women living in the same sunny, prosperous neighbourhood in lovely houses with picket fences and beautiful gardens. And they were both married to successful, good-looking men who both seem bent on having ‘the perfect wife’.<br><br>They don’t – ever – find themselves in the same train carriage or meet accidentally at the gym or in the coffee shop. And they don’t – ever – discuss their problems and find common ground.<br><br>But they do cross paths. And they see something each recognizes in the other.<br><br>That they are living in hell.<br><br>Neither narrator is unreliable. They always tell
