Every reflection hides a truth—and some refuse to stay buried.
They say the tide never forgets. In Savannah, neither do the dead.
Ten years after her twin sister Vera’s fatal fall at Shellmarsh Landing Pier, Irene Sullivan has built a careful life of quiet routines and unspoken guilt. But lately the house feels different—mirrors shimmer, rooms rearrange themselves, and lipstick she doesn’t own, stains her coffee cup. Each day brings new notes written in her own hand: I know what you did.
Detective Rowan Locke is investigating a string of murders linked to the name V. Sullivan, and the trail leads straight back to Irene. As the investigation closes in, the veil between the living and the dead begins to thin.
Because Vera never truly left that pier.
And death was only the beginning.