My name is Victoria Winters, and there have been a rash of disappearances of young women of late. But nobody thinks to question a stranger who shows up out of nowhere claiming to be a long-lost relative and who squats in an abandoned house.
My name is Victoria Winters, and I'm an orphan employed as a tutor by a prominent family that treats me as a near-equal, the matriarch of whom is virtually an older version of myself. I don't make the connection at all.