Eleven-year-old Rosemary was the apple of her parents' eye—beautiful, clever, and full of promise. Arthur was in his forties and a father to three daughters of his own, but he found Rosemary irresistible. Even though he knew it was wrong, he stalked her relentlessly because he couldn't help himself. Then a tragedy struck. It seemed to grow at every turn and spiral out of control, leaving two children, James and Dorothea bewildered. They decided to build a garden for Rosemary, and there they came upon death again—yet another child's body.