Some friendships - and secrets - should stay buried forever… Everyone said a change of scenery would help after my divorce. That’s how I found my perfect little cottage on Willow Lane in the postcard-pretty Norfolk village of Blakeney. Number 21 was meant to be my fresh start. Then I met Hope Andrews. Hope is Blakeney’s unspoken secret. Twenty years ago three teenagers went into the woods. One was found dead. One vanished without a trace. Hope was the only one who came home. I didn’t plan to get close to her. I was new to Willow Lane. And we both seemed to need a friend. As Hope begins to confide in me her fear that her attacker never left the area appears to feel real and as strange things start happening at Number 21 those fears become my nightmare. Now I’m looking over my shoulder. Someone here knows the truth about what happened in those woods and I’m starting to realise Willow Lane isn’t the safe haven I was searching for.
