Once upon a time we were a family. In those days, all I remember was laughter and joy. I was their first-born, and I remember so clearly my parents' pride as I held my little sister, Phoebe, for the first time, the joy shining out of their faces. But then one devastating day, everything changed, when Phoebe died. And it tore us all apart. Then the third daughter - baby Bea - was born. It was meant to be the start of us healing. Becoming a family again. But the truth was, nothing would ever be the same again. Now Bea is all grown up. And she?s called me to say she's pregnant. She says she wants to come home. Because she has some questions. After all these years, I know it's time for our family secrets to come to the surface. The secrets we?ve been trying to pretend never happened. About the missing pieces in our family... And about the very worst day of my life...