Thousands of admirers, cameras, forced smiles and not a single genuine tear.
 
That’s what my mother Elizabeth Casper’s funeral is like, or A. Z. Ganven, as her fans knew her. She was the queen of thrillers, and this is the final spectacle of a life that, like her books, seems to be full of unexpected twists.
They say it was a fall, a blow to the head, a quick ending. Too perfect.
I knew it the moment the first letter arrived on the day of the funeral. No sender. Signed, “From your number one fan ❤️.”
 
Inside were several torn pages from a diary and a question that changed everything:
Do you want to know a secret?
Love, Mom.
 
From then on, each new letter reveals another piece of the web of lies and family secrets my mother left behind. And, if I’m right, discovering the truth could cost me my life.