When my mother named me Ophelia, she thought she was being
literary. She didn’t realize she was being tragic.
On the surface, Annie Powers’s life in a wealthy Floridian
suburb is happy and idyllic. Her husband, Gray, loves her
fiercely; together, they dote on their beautiful young
daughter, Victory. But the bubble surrounding Annie is
pricked when she senses that the demons of her past have
resurfaced and, to her horror, are now creeping up on her.
These are demons she can’t fully recall because of a
highly dissociative state that allowed her to forget the
tragic and violent episodes of her earlier life as Ophelia
March and to start over, under the loving and protective
eye of Gray, as Annie Powers. Disturbing events—the
appearance of a familiar dark figure on the beach, the
mysterious murder of her psychologist—trigger strange and
confusing memories for Annie, who realizes she has to
quickly piece them together before her past comes to claim
her future and her daughter.
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