My rich neighbors thought burying my six-year-old in a snowbank was a cruel prank with no consequences. They never noticed the terrifying recluse in house 402 watching quietly—and he’s about to tear apart their polished lives forever, ones they cherished dearly.
CHAPTER ONE — THE LAUGHTER THAT DIDN’T BELONG I heard the laughter before I understood what it meant. Even now, it haunts me. If I had recognized it for what it truly was—sharp, careless, unearned—I might have run instead of walked, might have screamed instead of smiling politely like the weary woman I pretended to … Read more