Layla Sandor learned at a young age that bad things happen when you tell people the dead are still talking. So she spent the next twenty years pretending her gift didn't exist.
Then she fell for Jeff Knox.
A rescued farm. Three orphaned children to raise. Layla is finally living the ordinary life she swore she'd build someday. The old Dawson place needs work, but Jeff sees a horse farm in it, and Layla is willing to believe that the chill in the sugar house is just winter air.
Until she finds the photograph in the town archives. A man in a 1940s military uniform standing outside their barn. The man who came home from the Pacific and slaughtered his wife and children in the house they now live in. The man who pleaded insanity at trial-who swore something inside him made him do it.
The man with Jeff's face.
Whatever drove Frank Dawson is still on that land. It has been waiting decades for someone strong enough to finish what it started. Now it's wearing the man Layla loves, and it wants them dead.
Some gifts you can hide forever. Some you have to walk straight back into to save the ones you love.
