This is a book about the ghosts we carry and the secrets that fester in small communities. Jane Harper returns to Aaron Falk, her federal investigator with a knack for stumbling into other people's darkness, and drops him into wine country where a year-old disappearance still haunts everyone who knew the missing woman. A mother vanished from a festival, leaving her baby alone in a pram. No one knows why. No one knows where she went. Falk arrives for what should be a celebration, but the valley feels wrong. His closest friend is there. So is a woman he's drawn to. And beneath the surface of this tight-knit group, fractures are showing. Harper excels at this kind of slow-burn tension, where the beauty of the landscape—lush vineyards, warm spring nights—contrasts with the rot underneath. The missing mother, Kim Gillespie, becomes a question mark that won't go away, and Falk can't help but dig. What makes this work is Harper's ability to turn a mystery into something deeper. It's not just about what happened to Kim. It's about loyalty and betrayal, about the stories we tell ourselves to survive, and the truths we bury because they're too painful to face. The pacing is patient. The atmosphere is thick. And by the end, you'll feel like you've been holding your breath.