Robin Hatchett has broken her legs twice in her life. Yet there is no way she would ever be able to prove it. They mended almost instantly. Which is likely what scares her the most. In the quaint midwest town of Greenville, Robin, a reclusive writer, has little connection to the outside world. Her few ties being Daphne, a dotting antique shop owner, and the unanswered letters written to her mother delivered by a silent postal worker. But even in her isolation, a wicked presence closes around her. Needles from nowhere. Deer watching her. A typewriter writing by itself. Something is brewing in the shadows, like a boiling pot being kept at bay, and it's only a matter of time until the heat is turned up, the smoke alarms sound, and it's far too late to escape. What began as a carefully isolated life quickly unveils the grief and nightmares hidden beneath. The threads of Robin's forgotten past begin to unwind. In a desperate search for answers, it's soon found how each note of time seems to be intricately woven together in a harrowing kaleidoscope of starlight and the fragile glass of many human lives. It's only so long that the karma of the dead and buried can remain asleep. The world is far more soul-stirring than anyone had ever warned her it would be. It takes something as strong as the human spirit just to survive it... or fall into despair trying to.