I didn't kill my first husband. At least not on purpose. No one even questioned whether I did. The police said it was an unfortunate accident and I agree even though I can’t remember exactly what happened that night.
But that was years ago. I have a new life now. A new husband. A new house. We’re starting a family. I’ve put the horrible past behind me.
Until the dreams start. They're vivid, haunting, and all-consuming. And now, strange things are happening when I'm awake too. A defaced grave. A mysterious ring. Weird messages.
Someone is out to get me. Don't worry, I’m not about to let what happened in the past ruin my carefully planned future. But as I sift through the secrets of those closest to me, something doesn't add up.
And that’s when I remember the horrible truth.
