Some things are only visible thirty years later.
Wren Aldridge restores other people's home movies for a living. It's the one thing she's good at - turning light that fell on a strip of film decades ago into something a family can watch and cry about. She has to be good at it. It's the only kind of memory she has access to.
Because Wren doesn't remember anything before she was nine years old. Not the woods she was found walking out of, barefoot, in 1995. Not the mother who vanished into them and was never found. Not one single day of the life she lived before that road.
Then a wealthy family hires her to restore forty years of their home movies - and in nine seconds of the Fourth of July reel from 1998, she finds her mother alive. Three years after the funeral no one ever had. The film wasn't supposed to survive. Someone spliced her mother out of every reel in the collection, and when Wren goes looking for what's missing, she finds a lot more than one splice: a mountain ninety minutes away, a shuttered children's home, and thirty-five years of silence bought one envelope at a time.
What's hidden in the reel isn't a ghost. It's evidence. And the only person who can read it - frame by frame, with the patience of someone who has spent her whole career looking at what other people couldn't bear to - is the one person it was never meant to reach.
Nine Seconds is a psychological thriller about the memories we lose, the ones we're not given back, and the one frame of film that can undo thirty years of silence. From Andrew J. Harris, author of The Drowned Deed.