"The medical term is prosopagnosia. The average person calls it face blindness--the inability to recognize a familiar person's face. When Eleanor walked in on the scene of her capriciously cruel grandmother's, Vivianne's, murder, she came face-to-face with the killer--a maddening expression that means nothing to someone like her. With each passing day, the anxiety of having come so close to a killer--and not knowing if they'd be back--overtakes both her dreams and her waking moments, thwarting her perception of reality. Then a lawyer calls. Vivianne has left her a house--a looming estate tucked away in the Swedish woods. The place where her grandfather died, suddenly, A place that has housed a chilling past for more than fifty years. Eleanor. Her steadfast boyfriend, Sebastian. Her reckless aunt, Veronika. The lawyer. All will go to this house of secrets, looking for answers. But as they get closer to uncovering the truth, they'll wish they had never come to disturb what rests there"--Dust jacket flap.
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