If the author intended to make a book with a bunch of unlikable characters with no distinct personality and individuality at all who fail to make the readers sympathize with what they are going through, then CONGRATULATIONS!!! Teresa Driscoll, you succeeded big time.

Honestly, I don't even care for them all. There are no character arc, no personal growth, no clear personality traits whatsoever that make me want to root for particular person. Nothing. Not even Ella the protagonist. Not even Anna the missing girl. Not even Sarah the 'psychologically-tortured-with-guilt friend'. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED WITH HOW THE STORY ENDS. The 'breadcrumb of clues' are never really there, just one goddamn scene out of obligation's sake so that the readers couldn't really scream in protest about how the possibility of that person being the real culprit is never been established. Every build ups are for naught, and it feels that the reason Driscoll choosing a completely different person as the real culprit is just so she could produce and play the Heeeey-It's-A-Plot-Twist!!! card out of nowhere.

So, yeah. Two stars. One star is my appreciation for making this hollow story readable―y'know, the way it didn't get me ~hooked~ on reading but I still could keep going―and the other one is my wishful thinking that she actually DID intend to make all her characters in this book frustratingly unlikable.