Nicole Trope

Tout le monde veut vivre sur Hogarth Street, une jolie avenue bordée d'arbres avec ses maisons blanches.

Vorrei poterla stringere forte. Sentire se indossa ancora lo stesso profumo di sempre. Ma mia figlia mi incolpa per la morte di suo padre. Non vuole nemmeno parlarmi… So solo che non è davvero al sicuro con il suo fidanzato, Garth. Starò a distanza e la osserverò. Per ora.

Every family has secrets, and on the hottest day of the year, the truth is about to come out. As a tragedy unfolds behind closed doors, the dawn chorus is split by the wail of sirens....

Ava Green ha un lavoro di successo, due splendidi bambini e un marito che fa arrossire le altre donne. Ma ora che sto lavorando nella sua casa impeccabile, so che non tutto è così perfetto… Sento le discussioni sussurrate a tarda notte.

Three-year-old Millie Everleigh disappears on a crisp winter’s day, and nothing is as it seems.... It’s the phone call every mother dreads. I’m climbing into the car after a trip to the grocery store. As the engine starts, my phone rings. It’s my stepdaughter, Shelby, who is babysitting...

It was meant to be the perfect family trip at a house by a lake, miles from anywhere… until five-year old Gus disappears. Did he wander off into the empty fields? Or was he taken by someone close to home? The mother: I never wanted to come on this trip but my sweet son Gus is so excited to see...

Megan wartet vor der Schule auf ihren sechsjährigen Sohn. Der Schulhof leert sich und Panik macht sich in ihr breit, als sie Daniel nirgendwo finden kann. Ihr geliebtes Kind ist spurlos verschwunden.

Algunas veces, las familias más perfectas esconden los secretos más terribles.

‘If you want your child to come home, your husband needs to tell the truth.’ My hand trembles as I stare at the anonymous text. On this sunny Saturday morning, our twin ten-year-old boys were playing in the park just down our tree-lined street. But only one of them has come home… and...

Katelyn smiles around at her husband and friends, gathered to celebrate her 36th birthday in their beautiful home decorated with fairy lights. But the next day Katelyn wakes up shaken and terrified in a hospital bed....

I gaze at my husband’s once handsome face, so still and pale in the hospital bed. The doctors say I should keep talking. He might be able to hear me even after the terrible accident that left him fighting for his life. But all I have to whisper to my husband is this: "I know what you did."...

CZASAMI NAJBARDZIEJ IDEALNE RODZINY SKRYWAJĄ NAJOKROPNIEJSZE SEKRETY. Wszyscy chcą żyć na Hogarth, ładnej, wysadzanej drzewami ulicy z...

DOCIERA DO NIEJ PRZECIĄGAJĄCA SIĘ PO DRUGIEJ STRONIE SŁUCHAWKI CISZA. SERCE ZACZYNA JEJ SZYBCIEJ BIĆ. – KOGO ZNALEŹLI? – PYTA, POWOLI, OSTROŻNIE, Z UWAGĄ WYPOWIADAJĄC SŁOWA. – ZNALEŹLI DANIELA...

Her chest tightens, her heart speeding up. The kitchen is chaos. She steps on something hard, and looks down. Toy dinosaurs are scattered everywhere. But her son is nowhere–her baby boy is gone. The police arrive. She can’t look at her husband. Instead, she studies the network of lines on...

In their holiday home, a stone’s throw from the beach, Elizabeth dials the police with trembling hands. "My little boy, he’s missing." As she looks into the garden, where he was playing just moments ago, her heart feels like it has been ripped from her chest....

She has my husband. She has my child. She has my life....

I am cooking spaghetti, his favourite, while he plays in the garden. But when I look up, he’s gone. I call the police, my hands shaking so much that I hit the wrong digits twice. "My son is missing." When the police turn up, I’m trapped in the web of my lies....

Where is he? Where’s my beloved child with his father’s blue eyes and a halo of golden curls? My little boy is out there on his own. Please keep him safe, I silently beg. Please, please just keep him safe. "Your son is missing," they say, and life as I know it is over. "Where would he go?"...

They find her just as the sun is beginning to rise in the early morning mist. They had begun at dawn, the group of searchers keen to get going. A missing child spurred everyone on. In the end, it was a flash of color, a bright neon pink that caught her eye. They had been looking for pink....

When I wake up in the middle of the night, it’s not a sound that disturbs me. It’s a feeling. Silently, I creep to my daughter’s room, breathing a sigh of relief when I see her sleeping, her night-light twirling, butterfly shapes moving their pink wings. Quickly, I lock the door. I won’t...