When widowed handyman Daniel Carter moves his young daughter into the most rundown house in a picture-perfect suburb…

He knelt on the floor outside the bathroom.

“Lily,” he said quietly, “open the door.”

“No.”

He heard her shifting around in the tub. She had been sleeping there some nights, curled up in one of Sarah’s old cardigans because, as she had whispered once in the dark, it still smelled like her if you held it close enough.

Daniel closed his eyes.