First off, the premise is *chef’s kiss*: two sisters, both accused of murdering their dad, and only one can be guilty. The catch? They’re pointing fingers at each other like it’s a dramatic Thanksgiving showdown. 

Eddie Flynn is our slick lawyer hero who’s got more charm than a high school crush (you know, the one with the motorcycle and the bad decisions). Cavanagh hooks you right in with this twisted “she did it—no, SHE did it” vibe.

Sometimes the plot twists felt like Cavanagh was trying to juggle too many knives, and one or two clattered to the floor. I adore a good shock, but a couple left me squinting like, “Wait, what now?” And the sisters? Fierce, yes, but I wanted to crawl inside their heads a teensy bit more. 

Still, I’d recommend Fifty Fifty to anyone who loves a thriller with brains and a dash of pizzazz.