Die, My Love

Moe Rock’s narration is the real standout here—he transforms what could’ve been a dry true crime recitation into something haunting. His voice has a gravelly richness that suits the story’s Southern Gothic undertones, especially during the wife’s insidious gaslighting scenes. The pacing is deliberate, allowing the listener to marinate in the dread as Casey peels back layers of a marriage gone monstrous. That said, I wished the audiobook had included a postscript with updates on the case or victim advocacy resources; true crime listeners often crave that extra context, and its absence feels like a missed opportunity. Casey’s reporting is meticulous, but the book occasionally trips over its own structure. The jumps between past and present tense are jarring at first, and the lack of a clear timeline makes it hard to track the abuse’s escalation. Still, the final act—where the wife’s confession unfolds—is devastatingly effective. Rock’s performance shines brightest here, with his voice trembling just enough to make the listener’s skin crawl. If you’re looking for a true crime story that lingers in your mind like a bad dream, *Die, My Love* delivers—but don’t expect catharsis.