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A child. Standing behind her. A small girl in a white nightgown, her face indistinct, holding a patent leather shoe.

Eliza spun around. Nothing.

Eliza pushed the creaking gate open. The key was still under the third frog statue, just as her mother had described. The lock turned with a reluctant clunk . 6 alexandra view

Her aunt, Lydia, had vanished from this very porch. No note. No struggle. Just a dropped watering can and a single, patent leather shoe. A child

To anyone passing, it was a charming Victorian folly—a turreted house with a slate roof and a bay window that caught the last of the twilight. But to Eliza Hart, it was the site of a childhood disappearance that had haunted her for twenty-two years. Eliza spun around

Tonight, she was going to open it.