Everyone in my family has a secret.
Some of them have alibis.
At least one of them has blood on their hands.
I came home because my dead mother sent me a letter.
That should have been impossible.
Then a man was murdered in our greenhouse, and just before he died, he told me the one thing my family has spent eleven years making sure I never discovered:
My mother is alive.
Now everyone in this house is lying about something. My brother. My sister. My uncle. My father’s widow. Even me.
Because the deeper I dig into what happened the night my mother disappeared, the less I trust my own memories.
Someone brought me home for a reason.
Someone is killing to keep the past buried.
And before this family reunion is over, I may finally learn why everyone here has a reason to kill me.
Open the door. Meet the family. And start reading before somebody else dies.