When I got about half way through this book I told myself, "If I get to the end and the person who I think is the murderer turns out to be innocent, I'll give this book a 3 star rating." As you can see, my guess was correct, simply because it was SO FREAKING OBVIOUS who did the murdering. The rest was just a yawn fest. 
 What makes this book super disappointing was that this is the author of Stolen, a book I hold very close to my heart and has so many adoring fans. This book just felt like it was written by someone else entirely. At 370 pages it spent most of it's time fleshing out pages by rehashing things we already know, because we were told them the previous page damnit. 
 I liked the main character, she got on with things that needed to be gotten on with while dealing with everyone believing her dad is a murderer when she is convinced that he's innocent. However she did suffer from the same problem as most of the other characters - I couldn't tell you anything interesting about her. Her favourite hobbies, where she liked to go at the weekend. 
 Some characters were so cardboard that I can't actually remember their names. You have the army brat, the slightly weird kid, the guy that has drugs, you get the idea. Ashlee was just... attractive. That was her THING. Literally no personality past getting high and sleeping with Damon so I couldn't feel sorry for her for a second. 
 The biggest problem is that this book takes something that has been done countless times before and does nothing new with the formula. I liked the addition of PTSD so it gets a star for that but Emily's father only features in her memories sadly. I didn't care much for Damon as his only role seemed to be thinking about Ashlee and remembering what happened.