On the coldest night of January, the wind swept througaven as if it were searching for something it had lost.
The wedding was supposed to prove that the Mercer family had survived everything. Three years earlier
On the night Lenora Ashbourne died, the clocks inside Ashbourne House stopped at exactly 2:17 in the morning.
Claire Whitmore had spent twenty-four years avoiding crowded places. Crowds contained too many small
Chapter One: The Parcel at 2:17 At exactly seventeen minutes past two, the dead watch began to tick.
The rain had been falling over Bellhaven since before dawn, polishing the cobblestones until the old
The first time my mother called me selfish, I was eight years old. My younger brother, Julian, had torn
The string quartet was halfway through the final movement when the youngest violinist lowered her bow.
The string quartet stopped in the middle of a note. For one suspended moment, the unfinished melody seemed
I installed a hidden camera in my living room and caught my husband cheating with our daughter’