Kit Halloran has believed one thing for nine years: her sister Mae pushed their mother down the orchard stairs. Kit said so to the police. Mae has not spoken to her since.
Then the stairs are torn out for a wedding, and a phone falls from under the third riser-a phone that has been recording since the night their mother died.
Eleven hours, one voice, one fall. And the name their mother says before it is not Mae's.
Nine years of certainty come apart in a single afternoon. The man who has been paying Mae's hospital bills is the man on the recording, and he has been selling their land for a decade while the sisters did not speak.
An absolutely unputdownable psychological thriller of sisters, silence, and the price of being wrong out loud.
