Miranda Smith

I thought my sister was killed a year ago. But now her baby is on my doorstep… I’m drinking a glass of wine in my quiet, empty house, listening to the silence and wondering if I will always be this lonely… And then I hear the knock.

I’d heard of the Baby Caroline case, of course. When a baby is snatched from her mother’s arms, the whole country knows about it. I knew about the parents left lying by the swimming pool, the open window in the nursery. But I never dreamed it had anything to do with me....

A year ago, someone broke into our home. He stood outside our bedroom, with our children asleep down the corridor, and knocked on the door. But the worst moment came later, when I found out who had nearly destroyed my family, and why....

I was happy my husband died, but I couldn’t admit it, otherwise people might think I killed him....

I am at home when I hear the news. In heavy tones, the reporter says it appears the notorious serial killer has returned. My legs tremble. I know that can’t be true, because I know who the killer was. My sisters and I learned the truth after his funeral, and pledged to say nothing....

My sister died. Her friends lied. And now that I’ve brought them all together, I’m going to learn the truth....

Every October, the school where I work takes a trip to a local farm to pet the animals and search for the perfect Halloween pumpkin. This year is even more special, as my daughter, Claire, is coming. She’s so excited, and we really need some fun time together after what we’ve been through....

Whisper Falls is a fresh start for Madison and her fiancé Cooper. The safe, quiet town on the shores of a beautiful lake is the perfect place to spend the rest of their lives. But then Madison learns that Cooper’s high school girlfriend Celia disappeared after a party....

It’s just a regular morning when Della welcomes Zoey to her English class. She treats her like any other new student: assigns her a desk, hands out the work. But then she meets Zoey’s cold, calculating eyes and freezes as terrifying memories threaten to overwhelm her....

Our whole neighborhood is desperately searching for sixteen-year-old Shelby: my own daughter’s best friend. But I know my daughter is lying about the night Shelby disappeared. And a mother will do anything to protect her child.

For the last ten years, every time I’ve relaxed, the messages have started again. The black hearts. They’re a warning to remember, as if I could ever forget. Whoever sent them wants to hurt me. They’ve lost me jobs and boyfriends. Is it any wonder I like to hide in fiction?

I blink awake to the sound of whispering, and look around. Automatically, I do a count. And then I am upright, my heart racing. I count again. “Girls,” I say, trying to sound calm.

Mają niewłaściwą osobę. Popełnili błąd. Policja bez przerwy myli tropy, prawda? Mówią o tym w każdym filmie dokumentalnym. Nie ma mowy, żeby moja...

I wake on the sofa, my head throbbing. Why did I fall asleep here? In the darkness, I make my way to my bedroom. I know immediately something is wrong. The sheets I tucked in so carefully this morning are rumpled, disturbed. I turn on the lights. And then I scream....