The little farmhouse on Sunflower Lane was peaceful when Shannon and Marc moved in—quiet, ordinary, even charming. But when they brought their newborn daughter home from the hospital, something changed.

It started with footsteps in the dead of night. Then Marc, once kind and devoted, began to change. He became cold and distant, spending all day “working” in the spare room down the hall until eventually, he stopped coming out at night, too. By the time their marriage collapsed, Shannon could feel the house’s attention closing in on her daughter.

Desperate for answers, she uncovers the story of Fern Carlisle, a mother who lived in the same house sixty years ago. Neighbors still whisper about what happened to her little girl . . . and how Fern herself never walked out again.

Now, Shannon is alone on Sunflower Lane with a little girl of her own, and every day, the echoes of the past grow louder.

Because this house doesn’t let go of its history.

It waits for someone new to live it.