After the quiet, humiliating end of a five-year relationship, interior stylist Hannah Mercer finally has a flat of her own — the ground floor of a beautifully converted Victorian house, and, she hopes, a life with far less drama in it. Upstairs live Daniel and Rebecca Vale: a property developer and a solicitor, warm in the hallway, generous with wine at the residents' get-together, precisely the kind of neighbours you'd want.
Then, one ordinary evening, Hannah hears something heavy hit the floor above her. She looks up through her window and sees Rebecca standing over Daniel, who isn't moving.
She calls the police. When they arrive, Daniel is on his feet. There's no injury, no disturbance, nothing broken. Both Vales are calm, faintly bemused, and entirely certain that nothing happened at all.
Hannah starts to wonder if she imagined it. Then she comes home from a job to find her flat undisturbed — except for one thing. A photograph belonging to her late mother, tucked away and forgotten for years, has been moved. Deliberately. By someone who knew exactly where to look.
The deeper Hannah digs into the house, the Vales, and the family who lived there long before them, the more she uncovers a much older story — one that, impossibly, seems to reach all the way back to her own mother.
Someone in this house has been waiting for Hannah to notice. The question isn't only what happened upstairs that night.
It's why it happened in front of her.
A gripping, character-driven psychological thriller — the first book in the Quiet Motives series.