When it came to snubbing poor relations, wealthy old Aunt Harriet could have written the book--and did. When she finally died, all she left them was her lifelong diary, in fourteen formidable volumes. Grandniece Susan sentenced herself to read every paragraph. Somewhere in this infernal journal she hoped to find a key that would provide entry to Harriet's will.
She learned of two ruined romances--one accidentally deleted, the other deliberately erased. She followed the diarist's painful passage from blithe young girl to bitter old woman. What was in the lines saddened Susan. What was between them terrified her. She had a powerful inkling that Harriet's history had been penned, not in ink, but in blood--and that this diary would have dire results!