The first time I heard my dead mother knock from inside her coffin, I was twelve years old.

The first time Ethan heard three knocks from inside his mother's coffin, he was twelve — and everyone had already told him she was dead.

Three knocks were their secret. The ones that meant *I love you*.

But his stepfather isn't grieving. The father buried nine years ago is somehow alive. And beneath a staged funeral, a hidden fortune, and a family built entirely on lies, a boy who was never meant to open that lid is about to learn who he really is — and who wanted him gone before he ever knew his own name.

How many graves does it take to bury the truth, before something finally knocks back?