My instincts were right.

My daughter's death in that cellar wasn't an accident.

It was a trap. Planned by this entire family.

But why?

"Austin, how are you so certain the body down there is Maya?"

"Who else would it be? The jacket matches. The watch matches. It has to be her."

A cold laugh escaped me. "So you really were hoping the dead one would be Maya."

I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.