I spent ten years learning to kill with a single tincture. Everyone in Bellhaven knows me as the gentle physician of Salt Street, the angel who saves children and stitches fishermen for free. Then the Ashfords arrive, claiming I am their stolen daughter. I let them take me to their cliffside estate, because I want to see Celeste—the porcelain doll who lived my life. At my first dinner, my new sister smiles and slips powder into my wine. I raise the glass anyway. How many people in this beautiful house have to die before someone admits which daughter they truly deserve?