In the wake of the Great War, and an epidemic that had had ripped the country to shreds, 1919 dawned as Britain slowly pieced itself back together. Few families had not suffered loss and heartache, but life must go on, and a new decade was on the horizon. The Crawford's were a respectable London family of inherent wealth and good social standing. But the war and its aftermath had not discriminated on wealth or power and they had not escaped the heartbreak. The London socialite scene no longer held the appeal it once had, so when a new opportunity landed at their doorstep, Catherine Crawford was quick to take up the offer. Marchwood Hall was an idyllic retreat. A quaint country manor where the family could escape the busy city life, and take time to heal. But Marchwood Hall had seen its own share of heartbreak and tragedy. Closed up and abandoned, for too long it had lain in wait, in want of someone with whom to share its secrets. Pain and blood are some things the Crawfords just can't leave behind.