I thought my husband killed my daughter. He's innocent.



I thought my father died of a stroke. He was murdered.



I thought my sister was alive and living in Florida. She's been dead for ten years.



I thought my foster daughter was safe in my home. She's not.



Everything I thought I knew is a lie. But I have to focus on the future, on the young girl I'm fostering. I find her in my back yard in the middle of the night—she's tiny, lost, and terrified.



Someone left her here. It's all connected. The lies are piling up. I don't know where this girl came from. She won't tell me anything. Not even her name.



I have no idea who I've brought into my home . . .