I thought I knew the truth about my life. I was wrong.
My husband didn’t kill my daughter—he’s innocent.
My father didn’t die of a stroke—he was murdered.
My sister isn’t living in Florida—she’s been dead for a decade.
And the foster child I thought was safe in my home? She’s not.
When I find her trembling in my backyard in the middle of the night, I know something is horribly wrong. She’s scared, silent, and won’t reveal even her name. Someone put her in my path for a reason, but the more I dig, the more I unravel a web of lies that could shatter everything.
I invited her into my home. Now I have no idea if I’m saving her—or if she’s about to destroy me.
