On a quiet October afternoon in 1961, suburban housewife Joan Risch disappeared from her Lincoln, Massachusetts home without a trace. What remained behind was a scene both mundane and chilling: a toddler left alone, a kitchen smeared with blood, and a telephone torn from the wall. Police found smeared fingerprints, overturned furniture, and a trail of blood leading nowhere. Her husband was out of town. Neighbors had seen nothing. Yet the most unsettling detail? Dozens of books on disappearances and missing persons had recently been checked out under Joan’s name.
As investigators dug deeper, contradictions surfaced. Joan had a past—one shaped by tragedy and reinvention. A mysterious fire in her childhood, an assumed new identity, a marriage built on escape from a hidden life. Theories swirled: Was it a kidnapping? A violent accident? Or had Joan Risch orchestrated her own vanishing, drawing inspiration from the very stories she had consumed?