The synopsis:
Once, Jane Moore and Alexandra Walsh were inseparable, sharing secrets and stolen candy, plotting their futures together. But when Jane became pregnant at seventeen, they drifted slowly apart. Jane has spent the years since raising her son, now seventeen himself, on her own, running a gallery, managing her sister’s art career, and looking after their volatile mother—all the while trying not to resent the limited choices life has given her.
Then a quirk of fate and a faulty elevator bring Jane into contact with Tom, Alexandra’s husband, who has some shocking news. Alexandra disappeared from a south Dublin suburb months ago, and Tom has been searching fruitlessly for her. Jane offers to help, as do the elevator’s other passengers—Jane’s brilliant but self-absorbed sister, Elle, and Leslie Sheehan, a reclusive web designer who’s ready to step back into the world again. And as Jane quickly realizes, Tom isn’t the only one among them who’s looking for something . . . or traveling toward unexpected revelations about love, life, and what it means to let go, in every sense.

My thoughts:
Though Anna McPartlin has only written four books (only!), I consider my self an avid follower. Even though she's not British, I plead American idiocy and have her on the top of my Brit Chick Lit authors. I have loved every single minute of her previous books and so am a little sad to say I didn't love this one. I don't know if it's because there is so much going on in this book and I'm so busy lately that I'm really only using one eye to read and so couldn't give it the attention it deserves. I will definitely try again because her voice has an amazing resonance with me.