What happened at the lake…
Chapter One · An Excerpt
I · The dock
The dock was still there, warped by twelve winters, silvered by fog. She could see her father in the space between the planks — the way he had knelt and pointed, once, at something moving under the water.
II · The boat
They found the boat first, rocking as if a hand had just let it go. A single light burned on the far shore, though no house stood there. It did not blink. It waited.
III · The ripples
The lake gives up nothing, her grandmother used to say. But that morning the lake was speaking. Ring by ring, from a center that no stone had ever touched, it was saying: come back.
