"Some homes keep secrets. This one builds them, brick by bloody brick."
A detective haunted by guilt. A house that refuses to be empty. A dinner party that ended in death-and never really ended at all.
When seasoned detective Mira Devlin takes a detour down a fog-cloaked lane called Widow's Turn, she expects a short drive and a quiet night. What she finds instead is a century-old Victorian house with three corpses seated at a dinner table-perfectly dressed, impeccably posed, and utterly lifeless.
The fourth place setting is waiting.
With no way to call for help, the road inexplicably gone, and her own memories turning traitor, Mira must investigate a crime that doesn't follow the rules of time, space, or sanity. The deeper she digs, the more the house reveals: faded photographs where her face shouldn't be, voices in the floorboards, and mirrors that don't quite reflect the truth.
As the line blurs between what Mira remembers, what she believes, and what the house insists upon, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear-
This isn't just a murder scene.
It's a ritual.
And she might be the final offering.
Perfect for fans of psychological thrillers, haunted-house mysteries, and readers who love endings that twist the knife long after the last page turns.
You don't read this book.
You survive it.