She survived the night. The truth didn't.
Nicole gets the call at 4 a.m. Her daughter Lacey was found in the woods beside her friend's dead husband. He was stabbed forty-four times. Lacey is barely alive. Covered in his blood. And completely mute.
She hasn't said a word since. Not to the police. Not to her husband. Not even to Nicole.
Nicole had Lacey at seventeen and swore her daughter would have a good life. Now Lacey is sitting in a cell, and Nicole's three grandchildren are left behind with a father who is losing it.
But Nicole knows her daughter. She isn't a cold-blooded murderer. Guilt didn't silence her. Fear did. Whatever happened in those woods scared Lacey more than prison.
So Nicole starts digging. But some secrets don't save people. They destroy them.
the run from her dangerous husband. With their two small children in tow, she flees to the Chicago estate of her estranged and manipulative mother, Lucinda―the last place anyone would think to find her.
Inside the sprawling manse, Camille meets Lucinda’s new husband, Rob McClindon―wealthy, aging, and in rapidly declining health―and Zoey, their unnervingly observant teenage daughter. Then there’s Evan, the mysterious tenant living above the garage.
The longer Camille stays, the faster the household’s facade cracks. Rob worsens. Lucinda’s hospitality borders on disturbing. Zoey’s late-night behavior raises unsettling questions. Evan’s stories don’t quite add up. Then a note appears under her pillow: You’re not safe here.
Someone in the McClindon house wants her gone. Someone else wants her trapped. One of them has already chosen her fate.
Camille survived her childhood. She survived her marriage. But surviving the strangers she calls family is another story entirely.
