Three drownings, one eclipse, no explanation. In the eerie town of Crescent Cove, the annual eclipse brings thousands- but this year, for the third year in a row, it brings death. Delilah Groves is the third body pulled out from the lake. Her death ruled a suicide. But those who know her aren't convinced. A grieving friend begins to investigate, and uncovers a strange pattern stretching beyond coincidence. The deeper he digs, the more apparent the truth becomes- these deaths were never suicides. They were something far worse. Someone is watching and waiting, and they won't stop until the entirety of Crescent Cove is pulled under.

"Even the stars forget to shine sometimes..." They didn't expect to become close. He had his own past. She had hers. Living under one roof with familiar faces and old connections, things were supposed to be simple-but feelings got involved. Slowly, gently, and without warning. This is a story about unexpected bonds, slow trust, quiet comfort, and the kind of relationship that grows with time. There's teasing, arguments, healing, and a whole lot of moments that mean more than they seem. Sometimes love doesn't start with grand gestures. Sometimes, it begins when someone just... Stays.

I don't remember when the silence stopped feeling safe. One day it's just me and the quiet-my routine, my careful steps. The next, it's shadows leaning too close. Letters showing up with no name. And a voice I'm sure I've heard before, waiting in the dark. Little by little, my world starts slipping out from under me. And when fighting to hold on feels impossible, I'm left with a choice: Keep pretending nothing's wrong... Or let myself fall. Because the worst kind of devil isn't the one that breaks down your door. It's the one you let in yourself.