This move, this new job at the architect’s firm, it’s the fresh start Livia desperately needs—if she’s ever going to forget what happened three years ago... Then one day, crammed into a drawer in her creaking old fisherman’s cottage, she finds a diary. She’s utterly captivated by the unfolding story of infatuation, rejection and guilt, so similar to her own. But just as the writer is about to confess a chilling secret, the diary stops, the rest of its pages torn out. Convinced that the author lived in the same cottage, Livia is desperate to find out the truth about how the diary ended. Who wrote that diary, and what happened to her? And what will happen to Livia when she finds out?