Claire slammed the car door behind her, the gravel crunching under her boots as she stared at the quaint stone cottage nestled in the rolling hills of the Cotswolds. At twenty-one, she'd just dropped out of university in London, too much pressure, too many parties that turned into regrets, and her dad had insisted she come stay with him and his new wife, Lydia, in this sleepy village. The air smelled of fresh hay and wild...