Mandy feels real physical fear for the first time in her life. After a shocker of a day, she arrives home to find her house ransacked, with the perpetrators still hiding inside. After a brief violent scuffle, where she is lucky to escape with her life, her assailants flee, taking with them her treasured antique heirloom ring.

Initially the ring had been given to her great-grandfather, as a gift of gratitude for having saved the lives of a gypsy woman and her daughter during World War One. It had now been in her family for the past hundred years, where it had been passed on from one generation to another. Before it had been handed on to her though, it had previously belonged to her murdered aunty, her grandmother's only daughter.

After the home invasion, Mandy is plagued by the nightmare of what happened to her aunty all those years ago. The hideous crime had never been solved, but the haunting images of what happened to her on that fateful day, are being magnified by the rediscovery of a disturbing poem which her grandmother had written, as her own therapy to deal with that dark event.

The significance of the ring, why it was stolen, and the mystery surrounding the death of her aunty, begin to unfold with a new series of murders. The outcome will finalise a chapter of her family's history, and bring with it, not only discovery, but also closure to a host of troubled individuals surrounding her and her family.

Thank goodness for her best friend Boyd. For a guy determined not to tangle the emotional wires and become embroiled in anything other than a friendship, his comfort, support and understanding in her hours of need, are most reassuring.