Kathryn Foxfield‘s debut YA novel is a horror/thriller mash-up that, for me, fails to deliver in either genre. The characters are paper thin, their secrets either too easy to guess or so inconsequential that it made me wonder why they were worried and the world building too ethereal. There‘s an interesting central idea about the power of guilt to overwhelm you, but ultimately I just didn‘t care enough about the teens or their plight.