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Can she save her family and her name from destruction? As financial troubles wrack the Killigrew household, the passion and strength of the man Morwen loved so dearly ebb away. Into this turbulent landscape arrives a dynamic stranger from America. Randell Wainwright is determined to forge a stronger bond with one particular person - Morwen. As old hurts are renewed, bitter family quarrels rage and blackmail and tragedy threaten the foundation of her home, Morwen struggles to save her name and her family from destruction.

A letter and a hand-drawn map arrive at the police station for the attention of Detective Bethany Smith. The map leads them to Shadwell Hill. They search the area and find a human-sized mound of dirt. DS Wilkins recognizes the unearthed victim. It's sixty-five-year-old Margaret Allthrop, a minor royal and local celebrity. But her burial was anything but regal.

"There is a fish on the sand; I see it clearly. But it is not on its side, lying still. It is partly upright. It moves. I can see its gills, off the ground and wide open. It looks as though it’s standing up." A few decades into the twenty-first century, in their permanently flooded garden in Cornwall, Cathy and her wife Ephie give up on their vegetable patch and plant a rice paddy instead. Thousands of miles away, ex-pat Margaret is struggling to adjust to life in Kuala Lumpur, now a coastal city. In New Zealand, two teenagers marvel at the extreme storms hitting their island.

London 1958. Twenty-six-year-old Betty Fisher is one of the first to join the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament and attend its inaugural meeting, where she meets John Harris. Posted to Berlin towards the end of the war, John has been left traumatised by his experiences in Germany. And, as his initial admiration for Betty shifts into an overwhelming need to protect her, he is plagued by flashbacks and fantasies. John's increasing fragility brings to the surface Betty's own memories. And soon her past, too, begins to unravel...

The day Louisa and James bring their newborn son home from the hospital marks a new beginning for all of them. To hold their child in their arms makes all the stress and trauma of fertility treatment worth it. Little Cory is theirs and theirs alone. Or so they think.... After her mother’s suicide when she was a child, Louisa’s life took an even darker turn. But meeting James changed everything. She can trust him to protect her and to never leave her. Even if deep down she worries that she has never told him the full truth about her past - or the truth about their baby.

A letter and a hand-drawn map arrive at the police station for the attention of Detective Bethany Smith: Dear Police, I did a vile thing. There's a body at the dot. Have fun working out where that is. Watch your step when you get there. From, Me. The map leads them to Shadwell Hill. They search the area and find a human-sized mound of dirt. DS Wilkins recognizes the unearthed victim. It's sixty-five-year-old Margaret Allthrop, a minor royal and local celebrity. But her burial was anything but regal . . .

Ellie White is found dead at the bottom of her own garden, propped up against a stone fountain. Detective Inspector Bethany Smith arrives at the scene of the crime still dressed in her funeral attire. Her head thick with emotion. Her colleagues think she's mad. But she wants to be there. She needs to be there. Even if what she sees makes her skin crawl. The next day another body is discovered. The victim has suffered a similar gruesome fate. Left for dead at the bottom of his garden where the creepy-crawlies can get to him.

Detective Bethany Smith is called out to 21 Bladen Avenue, the home of Jason and Georgia Holt. It's one of the worst murder scenes she's ever seen. In the middle of the living room, Jason lies motionless in front of the fireplace. He's been opened up like a can of tuna. His innards have been removed. His face is pulp. Jason's wife found him. No one should ever have to see their spouse like that. Days later, in another home across the city, a young woman answers the phone: "How does it feel to have killed someone while you're in the process of removing their baby?"