It's nice to finally meet you, Jemima, Rebecca Sheridan says, her voice soft. I force a smile, and tug at the hem of my faded black dress. I need this job so badly, but I can't let her see that. Just like she can't know I have no money, that this isn't my real accent. That most of my friends are gone... or dead. I say yes when she offers me the role. I'll soon learn Rebecca's polished smile masks secrets far darker than my own. Every day I rehearse. I spend hours running lines with the other lead, whose vacant expression and tearful outbursts make me uneasy. I try to ignore how Rebecca cuts me down then builds me up. How the others stop talking when I enter the room. Why am I really here? Am I just a pawn in some twisted game? No. There's no way she can know who I really am. What I did. What I'm capable of... Right? A breathtaking page-turner about secrets, lies and what really goes on behind closed doors.
