Three days after her father's funeral, Clara sees her stepmother dancing barefoot on the rooftop—graceful, composed, and smiling through grief like it's a stage performance.
Something is wrong.
Renata plays the perfect widow too perfectly. The house whispers secrets behind closed doors, and Clara finds herself drawn into a spiral of strange letters, broken mirrors, and a sister she was told never existed.
When she receives a cryptic note—"You're late. Transfer was due yesterday."—Clara is thrust into the shadowed heart of her family's legacy, where memories have been engineered, identities blurred, and a house full of mirrors is watching her every move.
As she unearths layer after layer of deception, Clara must ask herself the most terrifying question of all
What if the version of her she's always known... isn't the real one?
