A Stranger in My Grave — Margaret Millar

What happened to Daisy Harker on Decemeber 2,1955? That was the date she had seen on the tombstone and yet she was still alive. The name on the grave was hers but whose was the body? Regardless of the lives that would be shattered by the truth, her implacable search for a single day in her past leads back through a maelstrom of hatred and remorse to the single catastrophic fact that underlies a lifetime of deception.

DREAM OF DEATH

Daisy saw it quite clearly in the dream: a tombstone under a tree in the local cemetery -- a tombstone with her own name on it and the date of her death or a December day four years ago.

Neither the warm sunlight of the following morning nor her young husband's loving assurances could lessen the horror of what Daisy had seen the night before. She was convinced that the dream had meaning and she sought desperately to find it, following the only clue she had: the date of death marked on her grave. Her search would lead to a real world more frightening than any nightmare!