It was always the same recurring dream that had haunted Annabel's childhood, the terrifying image of the fire that had killed her mother and baby brother, but she could never remember how it started. She couldn't be sure that it wasn't her fault. Annabel had thought that finding Lawerence again, the handsome stranger she had fallen in love with when she was sixteen, would finally lay these unhappy memories to rest. But the nightmare had returned and she was convinced that it was linked to a sinister figure. She had to remember what had happened if she was to have any chance of future happiness with Lawerence. Would the truth be harder to live with than the nightmare?