When I was young, my friend Sarah and I did a terrible thing - but it was only me who paid the price. Now, just when I thought no one from my old life would ever find me, a note slides under my door: "I haven’t forgotten. I haven’t forgiven. FOUND YOU."
When we were young, Sarah and I spent all our time in a place we called the Doll House. It was just an old, abandoned cottage in the woods behind our house, but it was heaven to us. Until one of our games went wrong. And someone ended up dead.
It was an accident, or at least Sarah told me it was. But when I tried to tell the police that I wasn’t involved, they didn’t believe me. When the Doll House Girls were splashed across the newspapers, it was my face they showed under the headlines. I’m the one who stood trial.
Now, 20 years on, I’ve made a new life with a new identity. I have a wonderful husband, Carl, and Jacob, our adorable son. Despite everything in my past, I’m happy.
Then the first note arrives: "FOUND YOU." Soon other threats start coming, and the person behind them is clear they’d be willing to hurt my family - to hurt Jacob - to get to me. I know who they are. And I know what they’re capable of.