Just Us, Here - V.S. Lawrence

Wren built her life to be watched. She saw the next shift coming and got there first - a farmhouse, a beautiful family, a life that looked perfect on camera. Fresh bread, quiet mornings, a cottage that sells the image. Online, it looks exactly right. Offline, it's starting to come undone.

There are gaps in her memory. A cold she can't shake. And the barn at the edge of the property keeps pulling her back.

The woman tied to this house never really let go. And she's not planning on leaving.