Aengus lives in a vibrant new city, among charming new friends, with a thriving career. He could never know that, just a scratch below the surface of his world, lurks emptiness and aimlessness. And when his wife is killed in a traffic accident, the thin veneer is suddenly and irredeemably ripped away. He tries to relocate his place in the world, to re-establish his path and purpose, but he can't. All at once he is an outsider among friends he no longer recognises, in a place that has become suddenly sinister. A place where he doesn't really belong. And so he seeks out the only person who can give him back a little piece of what he has lost – the daughter they gave up for adoption some twenty years before. His search takes him home to Ireland and face-to-face with the father with whom he has endured a fractured relationship. It throws into question the certainties that have guided his life, the lighthouses by which he has navigated its course. He discovers a sense of belonging with...

Wilde and Emily have built a new life in an exciting new place but, when their little girl disappears from her bed in the night, that life is suddenly and irredeemably torn apart. They set about a desperate search for Cara while at the same time trying to hold on to the balloon strings of their every day. They must confront an unseen ugliness in their new home, hidden away from the eyes of strangers, while skirting the landmines of scam artists and conmen who lurk at every turn. The police and the press to whom they turn for help seem only to block their way and they must fight a numbing helplessness as events rush ever further out of their control. All the while, they have to find a way to stay together in the face of forces that would pull them apart. Because together is their best chance of finding Cara. And finding Cara is all there really is.