I've just made the biggest mistake of my life. As the last of my children leave home, I've persuaded my husband we should move house. Clearing out thirty-odd years of rubbish is overwhelming, but nothing prepares me for what I find in my attic. It's a hint at a hidden horror. A box of secrets I only glimpsed, before I was disturbed. And now it's gone. Someone in my home has removed it. Which means someone I love thinks I know their secret. A secret so dark, I refuse to contemplate it. Until I am forced to. I need to find that box and take a better look. I need to protect myself because if I'm right - my life is in peril.