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Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Where did you do most of your reading, and did you find yourself curling up somewhere extra cozy to get through the tense bits?
What was your relationship with your phone like while reading this? Did you side-eye any unknown numbers this week?
The book leans on that jolt of a ringing phone at the wrong moment. What is a small, everyday sound that instantly makes you feel unsettled, or the opposite, deeply safe?
McAllister writes about ordinary British domestic life so tenderly. Which small, homey detail from the book made you want to put the kettle on?
So much of the story sits in what people choose not to say to the people they love. Was there a moment that made you feel gently protective of a character, even when they were keeping something back?
Who in your own life would you call first if everything suddenly tilted sideways, and did the book make you think differently about that person?
Without giving anything away, was there a chapter that stayed with you after you closed the book, and where were you when you read it?
The novel keeps asking, gently, how well we can really know someone. Did it leave you feeling more tender or more wary toward the people closest to you, and why?