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When Evelyn Hart, a reclusive novelist haunted by her sister’s unsolved disappearance a decade earlier, returns to her fog-drenched coastal hometown of Blackthorn Cove, she seeks solace—not answers. But the past refuses to stay buried. As Evelyn reconnects with her estranged childhood sweetheart, **Liam Kane** (now a brooding detective with secrets of his own), she uncovers cryptic journal entries hidden in her family’s abandoned lighthouse. The pages hint at a clandestine society of women who once ruled the town… and a curse tied to every Hart woman since the 1800s.

Whispers in the Mist (Evelyn Hart)

They pierced her fingertips, threading her veins with crimson yarn. Women chanted in the fog, their faces blurred as they stitched her into a quilt—her quilt, the pattern a labyrinth with no exit.

She woke gasping, thread from her torn cuticle smearing blood on the sheets. The journal lay open to a sketch she'd never noticed: a girl trapped in a tapestry, screaming soundlessly.

At 3 a.m., she drove to the coordinates Ronan had given her. The shipwreck loomed in the moonlight, its hull cracked like a ribcage. Inside, quilts hung from rusted beams, their patterns identical to the victims'.

Evelyn spun, flashlight slicing the dark. "Who's there?"

"You shouldn't be here." Liam stepped into the light, gun drawn.

"Protecting you." He holstered the gun, gesturing to the quilts. "This is a staging ground. The killer dresses them here."

"Then why haven't you arrested anyone?"

"Because the evidence vanishes." He yanked a quilt down, revealing a shipping manifest nailed to the wall. Kane Logistics. His family's company.

Liam's face hardened. "My mother handles exports. I didn't know—"

"Liar." Ronan emerged from the shadows, holding a ledger. "Page 23, Detective. 'Textiles to Marseille.' But we both know what's really in those crates."

Liam lunged for the ledger. Ronan tossed it to Evelyn.

The shipments matched the disappearances.

The Unraveling