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The latest thrilling and intense psychological suspense from the bestselling author of Girl Last Seen dives into the complicated and dark world of a prestigious ballet academy and explores just how far mothers will go to make their daughters stars.

After a flood destroys the historic center of a small Quebec town, a child’s body is discovered. The remains are decades-old and nearly impossible to identify, yet everyone knows at once who they belong to. Nine-year-old Michelle Fortier vanished without a trace in 1979, and her fate has remained unknown—until now. Stephanie O’Malley grew up in her mother’s crumbling trailer listening to stories of Michelle’s disappearance, stories she once tried to turn into a podcast without much success.

Eigentlich hat Lane Moreno längst aufgegeben. Seit zehn Jahren versucht die 24-Jährige im Drogennebel zu vergessen, was man ihr angetan hat: wie sie als Kind entführt und vier Jahre lang missbraucht wurde, bis ihr hochschwanger die Flucht gelang. Und dass man ihren Peiniger nie gefasst hat, weil sie sich nicht erinnern konnte. Doch als Lane eines Tages an einem Vermisstenplakat vorbeistolpert, starrt ihr die Vergangenheit mitten ins Gesicht: Die Gesuchte - Olivia Shaw, zehn Jahre alt - ist praktisch ihr Ebenbild.

Lauf, so schnell du kannst - doch der Angst entkommst du nie! Eigentlich hat Lane Moreno längst aufgegeben. Seit zehn Jahren versucht die 24-Jährige im Drogennebel zu vergessen, was man ihr angetan hat: wie sie als Kind entführt und vier Jahre lang missbraucht wurde, bis ihr hochschwanger die Flucht gelang. Und dass man ihren Peiniger nie gefasst hat, weil sie sich nicht erinnern konnte. Doch als Lane eines Tages an einem Vermisstenplakat vorbeistolpert, starrt ihr die Vergangenheit mitten ins Gesicht: Die Gesuchte – Olivia Shaw, zehn Jahre alt - ist praktisch ihr Ebenbild. Um Olivia zu retten, muss Lane sich ihren Dämonen stellen - und einer Wahrheit, die sie zerstören könnte.

I've spent a long time peering into the faces of girls on missing posters, wondering which one replaced me in that basement. But they were never quite the right age, the right look, the right circumstances. Until Olivia Shaw, missing for one week tomorrow. Whoever stole me was never found. But since I was taken, there hasn't been another girl. And now there is.

Local police have announced that they're closing the investigation of the suspected drowning of 37-year-old painter Colleen Westcott. She disappeared on April 11, 2010, and her car was found parked near the waterfront in Cleveland two days later, but her body has never been found. I close the online search window, annoyed. These articles never have enough detail. They think my husband's first wife disappeared, or they think she is dead. My phone rings. The only answer to my hello is empty static. When the voice does finally come. A wave of panic spreads. It's Colleen.

"...currently wanted by the police. If you know anything about the suspect's whereabouts, please call..." I look up at the TV screen, and my twin brother's face is splashed across it, life-size. It's a shock that makes my breath catch. This is my brother as an adult, my brother who I last saw 15 years ago after the fire that killed our parents, covered in soot, clutching a lighter in his hand, his knuckles stark white against the dirt and ash. Everyone always said he'd grow up to be a heartbreaker. But his face has gone gaunt instead.

A year after a brutal home invasion that left her traumatized, Cecelia, along with her husband and their three-year-old daughter, move into a new house with a complex security system that is supposed to make her feel safe. But reality proves different as strange things begin to happen at home and the security system reveals that the house had a prior occupant: Lydia.

An intense psychological thriller for fans of I Am Watching You, The Luckiest Girl Alive, and All the Missing Girls. Two missing girls. Thirteen years apart. Olivia Shaw has been missing since last Tuesday. She was last seen outside the entrance of her elementary school in Hunts Point wearing a white spring jacket, blue jeans, and pink boots. I force myself to look at the face in the photo, into her slightly smudged features, and I can't bring myself to move. Olivia Shaw could be my mirror image, rewound to 13 years ago.