The Family on Smith Street

A happy family. A picture-perfect street. A secret someone would kill for. My husband James and I love living on Smith Street, with its neat houses and friendly family barbecues. Our daughter Scarlett grew up playing outside with the other local kids - it's somewhere nothing bad could ever happen. Or so I thought...Because when I wake terrified, head pounding, in a cramped windowless room, I realise I was entirely wrong. As my eyes adjust to the dark, I see creased pictures of missing local people I vaguely recognise from the news covering the walls. Then my skin turns ice-cold when I notice the newest pictures are of me, of James, of Scarlett...A terrified sob catches in my throat. It seems there's been a killer hiding in our neighbourhood for years. And I'm their next victim. I stare at the photos in horror. Because if they've got me, they could also have James or, worst of all, my precious daughter Scarlett... In that moment, I know I'll do anything, everything, to save my family. Especially because, deep down, I know this is all my fault...