Chloe laughed. “Oh, you and your dark humor. Jon told me you’ve been struggling with paranoia. He’s so worried about you.”

Chapter One

She sold the house. The guest room was the first thing demolished by the new owners. Mira watched from across the street, then walked away without looking back.

The trial was brief. Witnesses came forward: a previous girlfriend, a neighbor who’d heard crying, a locksmith who’d installed an unusual deadbolt on a “guest room.”

But in the morning, the sun comes through her window. And she opens the door herself.

She didn’t run. Running attracts attention. She walked like a woman going to buy milk.