She was locked within a promiscuous reconciliation of the past. An evocative cinema reel of experiences she'd never lived, moments she was never present for, days, weeks, years of places and blurred shards of people she couldn't recall. Her life was near perfection, and yet there was always something else. Always the nightmares of a past she didn't live, that lingered to haunt her waking moments like a shadowed noose, just waiting to slip. Emelie has spent her life in the architecturally impressive house at the end of Redwood Road. She had spent her life knowing that she lives in relative, privileged safety. But what will happen when that illusion shatters around her? When the flawless façade is torn away to reveal the decaying bones of a secret long lost to her own mind?