Publisher's Synopsis
Keeping secrets wasn't just what we did-it was who we were. Buried truths that split us apart, sins that left scars, and lies that sent souls straight to the grave.
Another season of fake smiles and broken promises. Love wasn't pure. It never was. It was contaminated-twisted and tainted by hands that never learned how to hold without crushing. Love was a myth-a ghost story told to keep children warm - a fairytale for the weak. Hope? Maybe. But in this family, hope was a gamble we'd already lost too many times. Misery didn't creep in-she kicked down the damn door, ready to lay waste to everything we thought was still standing. She claimed us-marked our souls with darkness and left fingerprints on every shattered dream. She was the air we breathed, the shadow in every corner. Our foundation was cracked, the walls already crumbling, and we were out here fighting ghosts with bare hands. Infatuation twisted hearts, disguising revenge as romance. What looked like love was nothing but a setup, a trap wrapped in silk sheets and whispered lies. It turned killers into lovers, lovers into liars, and liars into monsters. What felt good was never safe. What looked innocent was never pure. No mercy. No salvation. No redemption wrapped in pretty paper under the tree. Christmas was nothing but a countdown-to blood spilled, tears shed, and debts paid in full. Before the snow soaked up our sins, before the past came back with a loaded gun, we'd make sure this holiday wasn't one we'd live to regret.
