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As a nanny for the wealthy Eatons, Trina watches every day as Rosalind Eaton cradles the baby close. Trina’s baby. The sweet little boy won’t settle—he never does in Rosalind’s arms. It breaks Trina’s heart to see the tiny tears falling down his fat cheeks. His glossy hair is light auburn, and straight. Nothing like the Eaton family’s classic dark curls. Trina has been watching the Eatons for years. And what she knows about their dark past could be their undoing.

We arrived at the beautiful, sprawling Spanish villa ready to celebrate – over twenty years of friendship, and of course, Alexis's big birthday. It's paradise. Alexis has pulled out all the stops, and like always, I know we're meant to be grateful… But the tensions begin on the very first night. The workaholic slipping off to take mysterious calls. The people pleaser afraid to speak out. The quiet observer snidely analysing every move we make. The former life of the party knocking back wine to forget it all. Even I, the peacekeeper, have secrets…

When I met Darragh, I knew it was meant to be. We talked all night as his sage-green eyes lingered on my face in the dimly lit bar. He asked me question after question, about my dreams and fears, my family and friends, and before I knew it, I was telling him things I’ve never told anyone. And then I found out who he really is. Twenty years ago, my beautiful, brilliant aunt Joanna was murdered. Her death still casts a shadow over my family’s lives, and my mother has never recovered. But now I know that the man who killed her was Darragh’s uncle.

»Nimm mir nicht mein Baby!«Kirstie Rawlings wird von den Schreien eines Kindes aus dem Schlaf gerissen. Über das Babyphon hört sie eine unbekannte Stimme, die sagt: »Lass uns das Kind nehmen–und verschwinden.« Versucht jemand, ihr kleines Mädchen zu entführen? Doch ihre Tochter liegt schlafend und sicher in ihrem Bettchen. Kommt die Stimme aus einem Nachbarhaus? Aber an ihrer ruhigen Landstraße leben keine anderen Kinder ... Die Polizei glaubt ihr nicht.

Auschwitz, 1945: My baby’s thin cry pierces the cold, frosty night. I rock him gently in my arms, willing him to be quiet. Because if anyone hears my newborn, he could be snatched from me–or worse. We’re so close to freedom now and I pray that soon I will walk out of the iron gates with my precious son…

Opening the door, I kiss my handsome man and smile as the children run into the home I’ve spent all day making perfect. I still can’t believe that I’m living in this warm, safe place that’s filled with laughter. But I’m always looking over my shoulder because I know that my gorgeous family could be taken away from me in a heartbeat.

London, Present day: Mia clutches the last remaining box found at Hope’s House in her hands. For months she has been determined to reunite every box with its rightful owner. But now it’s time for her to discover Hope’s own heartbreaking story. France 1938: When Hope meets Gus in the lively streets of Paris, she finally feels that she has met her kindred spirit. But as they plan their dream future together, it is clear that Gus’s father will never allow their romance to develop. Defying his wishes, Gus promises Hope that they will be together after his army training.

She’s looking for love. I know the perfect man. My husband. To the rest of the world, he’s charming, delightful Freddie. No one knows what he’s really like behind closed doors. And how can I ever escape a man everyone loves? Over dinner I say, casually, carefully, ‘My friend Cat is looking for a date.’ I pass him a picture. Ask if he knows anyone. I’m betting Freddie will see young, pretty Cat and decide to meet her himself. He’ll never know that I’m pulling the strings. And then, finally, the world will see exactly what kind of man I married.

Germany, 1940. Roxy ducked behind the rusted train carriage in the darkness. She’d walked all night alone. She just needed to make it across the railyard and onto the final carriage of the train slowly pulling into the station ahead. Then she’d be safe. At least for a little while… Cared for by her aunt and extended family since losing her parents as a little girl, Roxy Popa has always felt like an outsider. She hates to follow the strict rules her family hold her to.

Mellie’s future mother-in-law bursts into the bridal suite, a piece of paper clutched in her hand. ‘I know your secret,’ she says, a satisfied smile on her face. ‘And I will not let you marry my son.’ Two months later, anxiety twists in Mellie’s stomach as she watches the taxi arrive. She knew her mother-in-law would move in after her stroke, her husband Henry had insisted on it. But now they’re under the same roof, she knows she’s in danger…

Every day I walk up the driveway to this gorgeous house and through the window I see the picture-perfect family: a husband and wife playing with their two adorable children. They think I’m just the delivery driver–a woman who is only here to drop the expensive packages that Sadie Hunt orders. They have no idea who I really am… Sadie pretends to be the perfect wife and mother, but the truth is that her life is spiralling out of control. I notice the cold stares she gives her husband and the way he always tries to make her smile.

Stephanie cradles her coffee and gazes out to the little house at the end of her garden. The family who just moved in seem perfectly nice, if a little odd. And it’s only now that Stephanie realises: if she can see them, they can see everything inside her house, too… Single mother Stephanie is more than happy to welcome the Kemps to her property. Tragically, they have just lost everything in a fire. The rent money means Stephanie can keep her children in this beautiful, rambling home – so expensive to run, since the divorce – all while helping the Kemps get back on their feet.

When my stepsister Alison moves in to look after my mother, everyone in my family is grateful. Alison’s a nurse, and she says she just wants to help. But I don’t trust her. Years ago, when Alison and I were the same age as my own son Isaac, I made a terrible mistake that tore Alison’s world apart. I hoped she didn’t realise, but the look in her icy blue eyes tells me: she knows exactly what I did.

When Emma married Benjamin, her life came as close to perfect as someone like her ever could have dreamed. No longer just working for his father, she was part of the family. Helping Benjamin move on from the tragic loss of his first wife hasn’t always been easy – tears, anniversaries, photos of her everywhere – but it brought them closer together, even if his daughter still spends all her time shut up in her room.

Arriving at St Patrick’s Mother and Baby Home, it’s not the first time Mary-Kate has faced hardship. She grew up in a poor orphanage in Dublin after her father died and her mother gave her up, and never stopped working for a better future. But, as her baby is taken from her arms moments after coming into this world, Mary-Kate almost loses all hope. She can’t do this by herself. The baby’s father has made it clear he wants nothing to do with the child. And she hasn’t heard from her only friend since she was trapped here.

Wenn dein Traumurlaub zum schlimmsten Albtraum wird ... Du freust dich schon seit Monaten auf diesen Urlaub – endlich können du und dein Mann an einem abgelegenen Ferienort wieder Zeit miteinander verbringen. Doch als er dich plötzlich vom Strand aus anruft, spürst du, irgendetwas stimmt nicht. Die hübsche Kellnerin aus dem Restaurant von gestern Abend wurde tot aufgefunden. Und die Polizei will deinen Mann dazu befragen.

As the car pulls up to my husband Dominic’s family home the night before Christmas, I suppress a shudder. I’ve never felt welcome here. His parents make it clear I’m a poor comparison to his perfect first wife, Carla. But I’m determined to lean into the festive cheer. Until Dominic’s mother bustles into our bedroom and blindsides me: ‘You won’t mind, will you. Carla is coming for the holidays. She’s still one of the family, and she can’t get home because of the storm.’ My eyes widen–did she and Carla plan this on purpose?

How well do you really know your own family? The wife: Eve is desperate for her life to be perfect. Living in a beautiful house, with gorgeous views of the countryside, is all she’s ever wanted. And she’ll do whatever it takes to hold onto her dream life. The son: Joe is a model student; he never puts a foot wrong. He knows his mother wouldn’t tolerate it. Until the night of his sixteenth birthday party, when things go horribly wrong and someone in the house is left fighting for their life. As the blue flashing lights of the police and ambulance arrive, all eyes are on the Griffiths family.

1915, London: Shaking, she opens the faded red front door and her heart races as the young boy on the steps holds out the telegram. The words swim before her. They can’t be true; this can’t be happening. Nothing will ever be the same again. 1943, London: Elizabeth Carmichael rushes out down the steps of her town house in her smart army uniform, daydreaming of her handsome fiancé posted miles away in the RAF, and determined to play her part in the war effort. Not looking where she’s going, Elizabeth collides with a tall man in the middle of the street.

The old camping bus pulls up outside my house in the middle of the night. Rain is pounding against the windows, thunder rattling, but I’d recognize the sound of the engine anywhere. Confusion races through me. My daughter Willow and her best friend must be back early from their trip. I jump up and rush to meet them. But when I pull open the door, it’s not Willow on the doorstep. It’s a man, holding her keys. Blood roars in my ears as he explains he was hired anonymously to drive it back. My heart is pounding. I don’t understand. Where is my daughter?