The Child at My Door: A completely unputdownable and gripping page-turner

Theres a child at my door. Ive never seen him before. He says hes my grandson, but thats impossible how much of my life is a lie? What else dont I know? Ive lived on this quiet street for years, in the same house I once shared with my husband and our beloved daughter, Chloe. Now theyre both gone and my home, that used to be filled with laughter, is too quiet, too still. When a little boy I dont recognise knocks at my door, without a parent in sight, Im shocked. He trembles with nerves, and I tell him I can help find his mother. But Im not prepared for what he says next. Im left frozen, heart pounding in my chest. My mummys called Chloe. Youre my grandma. My blood runs cold. It cant be true. The curly-haired boy looking up at me is no older than five and my daughter died fifteen years ago. Didnt she? If shes alive, then what really happened on the day I lost my daughter? And where is she now?