Amelia is drowning. She’d give anything to soothe her new baby and snatch a few desperate hours of sleep. While her husband, Nathan, works late, Amelia sees shadows moving in the walled garden of their remote farmhouse. She locks every door at night and finds them open by morning.
Then she hires Lena, a young nanny with a miraculous way with Oscar, and everything starts to get better. It should be a relief. Instead, dread coils tighter in Amelia’s chest.
Because there are still footprints in the flowerbeds. Because Nathan is taking whispered phone calls. And because Lena watches Amelia with something that looks almost like pity, or anger. As exhaustion blurs the line between paranoia and reality, Amelia asks herself: is motherhood breaking her? Or has she let a dangerous stranger into her home?
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