You were the first grandchild. The heir to the fortune, the island, the expectations. Two summers ago, you vanished into fire and smoke, and when you woke, your mind was shattered. Now you're back on Beechwood, surrounded by the beautiful Sinclairs who smile too wide and speak in riddles. You remember fragments—a dried beach rose, a tire swing, a boy with dark eyes who called you beautiful. But the truth is buried beneath layers of lies, grief, and guilt. The family says you had an accident. That you hit your head swimming. But something deeper burns beneath the surface. Who are the liars? And why can't you remember what really happened the night Clairmont burned?