Don't Say A Word

There’s a dead man in my freezer. My sixteen-year-old stepdaughter, Holly, killed him. He was her father—my husband—a man who was charming to the world but a monster behind closed doors. I know I should call the police. But I’ve already lost my sister to a violent man, and I won’t let the system take Holly too. I panic. I wrap Max in a tarpaulin and hide him in the garage. Now I just need to make him disappear before his office starts asking questions. Then comes a knock at the door. Teri, the woman who just moved in next door, is injured. She says Holly hit her with the car—a "minor accident" that she doesn’t realise gives her the power to destroy us. I can't turn her away without inviting suspicion, so I let her in. Just for a few hours. But as the hours turn into days, Teri isn’t leaving. She’s making herself at home. She’s befriending Holly. And she’s starting to ask very pointed questions about why my husband hasn't come home. I thought I was protecting my family. But I’ve just invited the devil into my home