"Reads like grief, gaslight, and haunting folded into the same shadow."-Early Reviewer No one warned Gabriella that the house would notice her. It is the oldest house in the neighborhood, standing among newer ones that do not resemble it. She did not choose it. Her husband said they were moving, and so they did. Alone most days, she begins to feel observed-not suddenly, not violently, but with a quiet persistence that never relents. Sounds repeat themselves. Rooms feel subtly altered after she leaves them. Sleep fractures. Her husband insists she is unwell. There is no one else to contradict him. When she cautiously befriends a neighbor, the connection comes slowly, offering brief relief but no certainty. By then, she has begun to suspect that something in the house is responding to her fear-or perhaps relying on it. As her sense of self erodes, another possibility emerges, more frightening than madness: that her isolation is not accidental, and that the boundaries of her life have been carefully arranged. The Kindness of Shadows is a novel of quiet dread and domestic control, where a woman's reality is steadily rewritten, and the most dangerous thing she can lose is not her mind-but her right to define what is real. "A slow, intelligent dread that seeps in sentence by sentence. This novel doesn't chase fear-it waits for it."-Early Reader