Quick Summary: Paloma lives in San Francisco in a small, seedy apartment, where she moved after her wealthy parents cut off her funds. Paloma's life is a bit of a mess - she sells her underwear to online perverts for money, struggles with alcoholism to escape, and is overly-attached to her therapist. Paloma thought she had struck gold years ago when the Evans adopted her from an orphanage in Sri Lanka, but she has since learned that she can never outrun her past misdeeds. She sublets her second bedroom to Arun for extra money, but when she finds Arun dead in a pool of blood in the apartment she is terrified. Is someone stalking her? Why is she seeing things?

Thoughts: I struggled with this book. I read it during a buddy read with a lovely Bookstagram friend and that kept me from a DNF. The story alternated between present day and the past in Sri Lanka to tell Paloma's story. Most of the characters were extremely unpleasant and impossible for me to like or empathize with. The major struggle was that the reader is in the dark with very few clues for so much of the book. A lightbulb started to blink on around the halfway point, but by that point it was getting irritating to read about Paloma's periods of blackout drinking and visions of an old legendary Sri Lankan ghost. The ending was satisfying which provided some redemption.