When she was twenty-eight, my mom nearly died of drowning. She broke to the surface of the water seconds away from death. A year and a half later, she went back to the same lake to kill herself.
After she was gone, my life was never the same. But my Uncle Julian, a man of kindness and patience, took me in. The Rose Cottage had been my home for many years, but now that I came back, I have to face the truth, the cold reality that I chose for myself.
What could be waiting for me?