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Trust is everything to me. It has to be, with a past like mine. So when my fiancé lies straight to my face, it’s like I can’t breathe. He claims he barely knows Laura Blackwell. Then why has she sent him a copy of her novel with a chilling inscription? You’ll never get rid of me. His face tells me everything. It’s like he’s seen a ghost. Suddenly our beautiful home feels like a cage. When I’m alone, I can feel someone watching me through our floor-to-ceiling windows. Is it Laura? Or someone else from his past? All I know is my fiancé is desperate to hide the truth.

A beautiful woman wakes in a hospital bed, shackled and confused. She's been in a coma for weeks. And can only remember her first name—Blue. Blue learns she fell from a window on the fourth floor of a hotel. Did she jump? Or was she pushed? To discover the truth, Blue must figure out who she is and what she was doing in that hotel. And she needs to do it fast because someone is out there, hunting Blue down, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Owen falls ill with food poisoning, leaving Julie to attend a neighborhood holiday party alone. When she wakes up, half-naked in her neighbor's bathtub, Julie doesn't know how to tell Owen, the police, her friends—anyone—that she has been sexually assaulted. So she keeps it secret until she realizes that she's pregnant with her assailant's baby.

Summer, 1993. In the aftermath of her mother's suicide attempt, 16-year-old Prue must spend the summer holidays on a remote island in the Shetlands with her favourite Aunt Ruth and Uncle Archie, a man she's barely met since her aunt married him. Prue hopes to re-establish the relationship, and that her aunt might help her understand some of the parts of the past she has been forbidden to discuss by her mother—including the identity of her father. Prue soon finds out that her uncle was the only suspect in the disappearance of a local girl some twenty years ago.

It seems like everything should be fine. So why isn't it? In the aftermath, Becca struggles to pick up the pieces, feeling like things should be easier. After all, they won. Didn't they? Then why are the nightmares back? And why can't she shake this nagging feeling that something is still out there, watching her, and biding its time to end this dance once and for all?