Leslie had impetuously rushed into a marriage with a man she barely knew. All she was concerned with was that Mitch said loved her.
When they arrived at Lynwood, his great house, which seemed so wide open to the elements of the north woods, Leslie would have been completely happy...if only the shadow of Mitch's first wife had not existed.
Not that Jacqueline's memory itself intruded on their privacy: no, it was the living presence of Jacqueline's possessive relatives, who, with grasping fingers, seemed to claw at the new marriage.
And then, one bright deadly day, Leslie became aware that her marriage was not the only thing destined for destruction....
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