She pulled them from the wreck. She never planned to let them leave.
When Ethan Marlow wakes up in a stranger's bed, broken and alone, Dr. Eleanor Vane tells him it's a miracle he survived the crash at all. She found him. She saved him. She's the only reason he's still breathing.
She also tells him his fiancée was never in the car.
Isabelle Hart doesn't remember much of the last three weeks. Only a wedding cake that tasted wrong. Only waking up bound, in the dark, in a house that isn't on any map - and a woman's voice, gentle and patient, promising that everything is going to be fine.
As Ethan's memory returns in fragments - a face from a chemistry classroom, a poem only Isabelle has ever heard, a landline that rings with no one on the other end - he begins to understand that the accident wasn't an accident, the rescue wasn't a rescue, and the woman caring for his wounds has been planning this moment since they were both seventeen years old.
Somewhere in this house, behind a door he hasn't found yet, Isabelle is still alive. And the only way out is through a woman who has already decided how this love story ends - with a wedding, a confession, or a grave.
A slow-burn, single-location psychological thriller for readers of The Silent Patient, Behind Closed Doors, and The Girl on the Train - perfect for one sitting, and impossible to put down before the last page.
