Isolde Harrow drowned in the marsh behind her husband's house. Her husband had her brought back anyway. Two months later she wakes in her own bed, in her own body, with every memory but one-she cannot remember loving Robert Harrow, or dying, or the water. The house treats her with immaculate politeness. His mother smiles too much. A binder comes calling for payment, and the price will not be money. Isolde starts asking questions about her own death and gets a different answer every time, until the answers start agreeing on the one thing that matters. She came back wrong, or she came back right, and either way someone is going to the marsh. A dark gothic romance of return, debt, and a very cool woman.
