"Welcome to Serenity Place. Peace of mind. Perfect design. A life worth living."
Journalist Sasha Porter agrees to house-sit for her sister in Serenity Place, a family-friendly community designed for optimal living.
The woman was running barefoot, breathless, eyes wild with panic. She moved swiftly across the manicured grass, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. Above her, a flawless sky stretched out like spotless blue silk, empty of clouds or birds. Too perfect. Too still. She had to get out.
Behind her, the houses stood neatly in rows. They had identical porches; white picket fences and shutters painted in coordinated shades of pastel. Not one curtain stirred, but she felt their eyes. Watching. Waiting. Recording. She reached the edge of the park and halted. She'd been here before. She recognised the roses blooming in perfection and the polished benches where no one ever sat. Her mouth went dry, panic slicing through her chest. She was running in circles. She'd been running in circles for hours. A sob escaped her throat as she turned to face the empty street again. There were no exits. There was no way out.