We had a plan, my husband and I. Settle down in Black Mountain. Raise two boys. Send them to Black Mountain Academy, the same school their father went to, the elite school that defined futures. We were going to give them the best possible life. Until our beautiful life became a living nightmare with one phone call. One funeral. One year of hell. I was a bad widow, a bad mother for one year. One year of suffering, of being the talk of the Black Mountain Academy gossip circle. But I was going to get myself together. Be picture perfect like I once was, even if I was dead inside. Then he moved in next door. Entered my nightmare. Brought me back to life. Ruined everything. Black Mountain Academy. From the outside, it may look perfect and ideal—school uniforms, exemplary teachers, privileged students. But anyone on the inside could tell you about the debauchery, the scandals, the drama, the forbidden—taboo—romances. Because where Black Mountain Academy is concerned... never judge a book by its cover.