The whispers started long before the accident on Harlow Street . . .
Was it at the party, when Whitney screamed blue murder at her son? Or after neighbour Blair started prowling Whitney's house, uninvited? Or once Rebecca and Ben's childlessness finally puts a crack in their marriage?
But on the terrible night of the accident, the whispers grow louder, more insistent. Neighbours gather round. Questions are asked. Secrets are spilled. Everyone is drawn into the darkness.
Because there's no smoke without fire. No friendship without envy. And no lie that does not conceal a devastating truth . . .
