When my husband found this perfect little cabin in the woods for our honeymoon, I was over the moon! Just think, we are alone, waking up to the sounds of birds and the rustling of trees, taking a hot bath under the stars every night... But now I feel like I don’t recognize my husband. I just wish we had called the police when someone left a bloody note on the doormat: "She's dead, you're next." Ryan said I was overreacting. And why doesn't he call the police now, when things have gotten so much worse? Can I trust him? I know about the terrible thing Ryan did once upon a time, and it tears me apart. Last night I told him that I would always keep his secret. But is the man I married hiding something else? Now someone has cut the phone lines and we're trapped here. Ryan swears he has no idea what's going on. Here I am, alone in the middle of a dark forest with the man I thought I could trust. My heart is racing and there is no one I can call for help. At the altar, Ryan promised to love me until death do us part. But he didn't say how soon it would happen...