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- Herausgeber: Twist & Tether Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Three estranged siblings return to their remote childhood lake house to settle their late father’s estate—but what they unearth among the faded memories may destroy what little binds them.
Daniel wants order. Eve seeks closure. Jonah only craves the truth. But when they discover a sealed letter hinting that their mother’s long-ago disappearance was no accident, old wounds split wide open. Each sibling clings to conflicting memories of that fateful summer—some clear, others fragmented beyond trust.
As rising tensions fracture their fragile reunion, a torn journal page and an unsettling home movie reveal a disturbing presence none of them can explain. Long-buried secrets churn beneath the lake’s placid surface, and the house itself seems to breathe with silent knowing.
What did they forget—or force themselves to forget?
As storm clouds gather inside and out, the siblings must confront not only the truth about their mother... but the shadowy parts of themselves they buried long ago.
Some memories drown. Some refuse to stay dead.
How far would you go to protect the ones you love from the truth?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Margot Elise Winters
Copyright © 2025 by Margot Elise Winters
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Table of Contents
What We Forgot at the Lake
Description
Chapter 1: Arrival
Chapter 2: Ghosts in the Water
Chapter 3: Fractured Reflections
Chapter 4: False Light
Chapter 5: Currents Beneath the Surface
Chapter 6: The Letter’s Ghost
Chapter 7: Reckoning
Epilogue: Shorelines
What We Forgot at the Lake
Description
Three estranged siblings return to their remote childhood lake house to settle their late father’s estate but what they unearth among the faded memories may destroy what little binds them.
Daniel wants order. Eve seeks closure. Jonah only craves the truth. But when they discover a sealed letter hinting that their mother’s long-ago disappearance was no accident, old wounds split wide open. Each sibling clings to conflicting memories of that fateful summer some clear, others fragmented beyond trust.
As rising tensions fracture their fragile reunion, a torn journal page and an unsettling home movie reveal a disturbing presence none of them can explain. Long-buried secrets churn beneath the lake’s placid surface, and the house itself seems to breathe with silent knowing.
What did they forget or force themselves to forget?
As storm clouds gather inside and out, the siblings must confront not only the truth about their mother... but the shadowy parts of themselves they buried long ago.
Some memories drown. Some refuse to stay dead.
How far would you go to protect the ones you love from the truth?
Chapter 1: Arrival
Daniel
Daniel stood at the edge of the drive, gravel crunching beneath his shoes as if the stones themselves resented being disturbed. The lake house loomed ahead weathered siding grayed by time, windows opaque with dust, roof sagging in its middle like a tired breath. It had looked smaller when they were children. Now, it seemed cavernous and hollow.
He adjusted the strap on his overnight bag and waited.
Eve’s car arrived first, its engine fading to a nervous idle. She stepped out slowly, arms wrapped around herself despite the early summer heat. Her eyes flitted to the house, then to him.
They exchanged a nod. No hug, no greeting.
Jonah came last, pulling up in a battered truck that had seen better decades. He slammed the door shut with too much force, a cigarette already between his fingers. Without a word, he tossed his bag onto the porch and leaned against the railing.
Daniel cleared his throat. “I appreciate you both coming. Just a few days. We can get it done.”
Eve gave a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Jonah exhaled smoke toward the lake.
They crossed the threshold together. The air inside was stale with old wood and faint mildew. Sunlight lanced through slats in the blinds, striping the floor in uneven bands. A framed photograph one of the few still hanging showed their mother smiling by the dock, her face half-faded by sun exposure. Daniel glanced at it, then away.
“We should start upstairs,” he said. “See what’s worth keeping.”
No one answered.
They moved in practiced distance, orbiting each other through the narrow hallways. Dust coated the floorboards. Daniel’s hand trailed along the banister, rough beneath his palm a grounding sensation in the unreality of returning here.
In the attic, beams of light filtered through cracks in the roof. Stacks of boxes, an old trunk, faded drapery. And on the small writing desk beneath the window a single envelope, yellowed but intact.
For my children.
Daniel’s breath caught. He felt Eve’s presence beside him, a flutter in the stale air.
“Was that always here?” she whispered.
“I… don’t remember.” His voice sounded strange to his own ears.
Jonah appeared behind them, expression unreadable. “Maybe we shouldn’t touch it.”
“We’ll read it together,” Daniel said firmly. “Later. Not now.”
They descended in silence.
***
