She always dreamed of living happily ever after. Now all she wants to do is live.
Few locals believe Sinclair's wealthy golden boy Martin Avery actually took his own life, or that his beautiful young widow had nothing to do with his death. Well aware of the rumours behind her back, Blaine Avery is focused on managing her late husband's finances and raising her adolescent stepdaughter, until her serene woodland property yields a gruesome discovery.
For the second time in six months, Sheriff Logan Quint has been called out to the Avery place, where another corpse has been found. This time, it belongs to a teenage girl who had everything to live for. But if Rosie Van Zandt didn't kill herself, who did?
As the town reels from the deaths, Blaine regrets the day she ever came home. Only Logan is willing to accept her innocence, or her suspicions. For Blaine is desperate to clear her name, but someone intends to destroy it. Someone who calls her in the dead of night, taunting her with the childhood rhyme: Ring a ring o' roses, a pocket full of posies, a-tishoo!, a-tishoo!, we all fall down.