She was just like me, but she was gone. I was standing in front of her killer:
At fifteen, Annabel Williams thought running away would mean freedom, but instead, it led her in the opposite direction. When her only choice is to run into the forest, she holds on tight to hope, but the forest holds on tighter. Annabel starts to realize she may have made a terrible mistake.
Lost and alone, she meets a boy who offers her safety, his charm as easy as his promises.
But something isn't right. Annabel begins to see the truth, and is forced to ask the question:
Is the forest trapping her—or is he?