(Tony POV)"You're real," she whispers, and her voice sounds exactly like Anna's too.

I stand frozen in the doorway, staring at a ghost. This woman—Lily Morrison—has my dead sister's face, my sister's voice, my sister's dark eyes filled with tears of relief.

But she's not Anna. Anna died twenty-three years ago in a car accident. I held her small hand in mine as she took her last breath.

This is someone else entirely. Someone who's being slowly murdered by her husband.

"Mrs. Morrison," I ...