Alexandra knew they were hiding something inside that gorgeous house. When she discovers her landlord’s son lied about sexually assaulting a classmate, she’s disgusted that his parents are protecting him from prosecution. As Alex plots to avenge a woman who has no voice, she realizes justice may bring her face to face with her greatest fear.

Maggie and Brad are on vacation at Lake Tahoe when they meet another couple, Skye and Joe. The four hit it off so well that Maggie invites their new friends to share her beautiful lakeside rental. What she doesn’t realize is Skye and Joe aren’t just some random couple. They have been watching Maggie and Brad and have chosen them carefully.

Amy’s life is picture perfect. Mess with that picture and you’re going to pay. She has two lovely daughters, a wonderful husband, and she’s queen bee in her circle of soccer moms. She feels content, like she’s finally put some distance between herself and the terrible events of long ago. The only fly in the ointment is Charlotte, a recent arrival to this affluent suburban community. The shameless way she dresses, the way the men look at her; it’s not right. She’s just not the kind of person they want around here.

Hadley is one of those rare people who feels she's living the perfect life. She has a husband she loves, a charming daughter, and a job that is deeply fulfilling. Sometimes it almost seems like a fairy tale. Then, little by little, things start to go wrong. There's the creepy guy from down the street who keeps staring at her teenage daughter, there's the strangely needy woman who moves in next door. Just little wrinkles, but then Hadley's world is turned upside down when someone close to her is murdered. 

My darling little boy Albie adores playing at our new neighbours’ house. And after the terrible year we’ve had, I feel so lucky that we can start over in this perfect place, with new friends who treat Albie like the son they never had. He can’t stop talking about the tree house they’re building him, and the cookies they bake together. But as time passes, something starts to feel wrong. Why don’t they ever open the front door more than a crack? They told me they had no children so who does the small pink tricycle I saw in their hall belong to?