Eleanor Garrett's husband and son died in a car crash. An accident. That's what she believed for eight months. Now she hides her breakdowns in office bathrooms, perfecting her professional mask. Then an archaeologist working with her firm is pushed in front of a car. Ruled an accident. Just like the crash that killed her husband and son. The police suspect murder but can't prove it. Eleanor suspects nothing - until they show her the pattern. Eight deaths. Eight accidents. All connected to the same building. The tragedy she'd accepted as cruel fate starts to look like something else entirely. The archaeologist survives - and he's the only other person who sees what she sees. Together, they start asking the questions no one else will. She's spent eight months learning to survive her grief. Now she has to decide if she's ready to face what really happened to her family - and who's still out there, making sure no one ever finds out.