Three souls. Three centuries. One forgery of heaven.
Montana, 2012. Emily Ellen drowned in the Clark Fork the summer she was sixteen, four feet from her little brother, and she has not left her bedroom since. Then a living girl moves into that room and cries in exactly the way Emily used to cry, and asks whether they are the same person. It is the kindest thing that has happened to Emily since she died. It is also the most dangerous.
Vietnam, 1965. Corporal Shelby Raymond enlisted to become the son his father actually wanted. Sixteen men followed him up a staircase in a building with no roof, and he has spent forty-seven years on that floor with their bones.
Salem, 1692. Dawn Adams was four weeks short of her sixteenth birthday when she went into a frightened child's room to ease the pain of a burned hand. Her mother sat on the High Council of Witches. Her father was the judge sending girls to the fire.
Each of them is found. Each is offered a gate, a light, a field with a river running through it - everything they have wanted for decades or for centuries.
Each of them walks in.
A dark supernatural novel of guilt, deception, and the roads people take without meaning to.