November 12, 1944. This house holds on to souls for a lifetime.
I thought I had given it to my husband when I vowed to love him until the end of time. I lied.
Nothing could have prepared me for the day my phantom appeared outside my window.
He was terrifying, yet hypnotizing, and I couldn’t deny my intrigue. I never intended to fall into a whirlwind romance with my stalker.
Especially because he’s so much more than that.
A criminal. A mobster. The man who offers me solace from the monster in Parsons Manor.
There are many that haunt these halls, yet it’s only my husband I fear.