Evidence of Love

This isn’t the kind of true crime you fly through and forget—it’s the kind that quietly unsettles you and then hangs around for a while.

Evidence of Love tells the story of Candy Montgomery and Betty Gore, but it’s not just about the crime. It’s about the slow unraveling before it ever happened. The book spends a lot of time in the ordinary—church gatherings, friendships, marriages that look fine from the outside—and somehow that makes everything feel worse. Because nothing about it feels dramatic at first. It feels familiar.

What I appreciated most is how the authors don’t rush. They take their time building the world these women lived in, which makes the eventual violence feel less like a shocking twist and more like something that crept in quietly when no one was paying attention. It’s uncomfortable in a very real way.

The writing is smooth and easy to read, almost like fiction, but there’s always that weight in the background knowing it’s all real. There were a few spots where the pacing slowed a bit, but honestly, it kind of works for this story—it forces you to sit in the tension instead of skipping ahead.

What stuck with me most is how complicated it all feels. There’s no clean villain, no easy explanation. Just people, choices, and consequences that spiral way further than anyone expected.