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The rent was too cheap. The widow was too kind. And the room already knew her name.
When Cora Wren answers an ad for a cheap room in a beautiful Victorian house, she tells herself it's just a fresh start. A grieving widow. A charming fellow tenant. A quiet street where no one knows her past.
But Cora is lying.
She didn't find this house. She chose it.
Because somewhere inside these walls is a secret that could destroy her - and the longer she stays, the more she realizes that everyone in the house is hiding something too. The locked attic. The photographs with the eyes scratched out. The dinner table set for a daughter who's supposed to be dead.
Then the widow looks at her and whispers, "You look just like her."
As the truth begins to unravel, Cora discovers that nothing in this house is real - least of all herself. And by the time she learns why she was really brought here, it will already be too late to leave.
Some secrets don't stay buried. Some tenants never leave.
