Anna had always been the quiet fixer—an accountant turned housewife, now pregnant and emotionally drained by her husband Edward’s betrayals. When she caught him flirting with another woman at a café, something inside her snapped. She packed her bags and fled to her late grandfather’s countryside cottage, seeking peace. But peace wasn’t waiting for her.
The cottage, quaint and weathered, held memories—but also secrets. On her first night, Anna discovered a blueprint tucked inside an old drawer. Its center was circled in red. Curious and unsettled, she stepped outside—and found a man unconscious in the yard, bloodied and clutching a shovel. She called 911, saving his life. But the questions had only begun.
Why was he there? What was he digging for? And why was the center of the cottage marked?
Edward showed up the next day, feigning concern. Anna, now sharper and colder, dismissed him. She wasn’t the same woman who once asked for permission. She was done with lies.
Driven by instinct, Anna investigated the blueprint’s red circle. Beneath the floorboards, she uncovered a hidden compartment—inside, a box of letters, photographs, and documents revealing a family secret: her grandfather had once sheltered a fugitive, a man wrongfully accused, and the blueprint marked the spot where evidence had been hidden to protect him.
The man in the yard? His grandson. He’d come searching for closure, not violence. The shovel was for digging, not harm—until someone else had attacked him.
Anna realized the cottage wasn’t just a refuge. It was a vault of truth, a place where betrayal met redemption. She chose to stay, not to escape Edward, but to reclaim her story. The blueprint had led her to something deeper than architecture—it had led her to herself.
