Five years had passed since Scarlett’s horrific suicide. Time went on in the quite house on Miller Road, like the girl wasn’t born, like she never lived up in the attic. To everyone it would seem like Scarlett never existed. If that were true, the story would end here. One boy changed that, discovered secrets, uncovered the lies and betrayal, and finally found out the whole story, the story of Scarlett.
I suck at descriptions, I know. But at least give the story a chance :)