Some secrets aren’t kept.
Some secrets keep you.
It’s dark inside Longreave with no electricity. But that doesn’t bother Mark Currier. And the way the faucets keep dripping . . . that doesn’t bother him either. Even if the water has been shut off. He’s got work to do around the hotel. A man has to take care of what’s his, otherwise he doesn’t deserve it. Look at his wife, Alice. He hadn’t taken care of her, and she’d left him. Now she’s living in his house with her off-kilter brother and trying to rebuild her life, and that definitely doesn’t bother him at all. Not a bit. He has his own rebuilding to do, starting with the crumbling wall in Longreave’s cellar.
If only it wasn’t so cold down there.
If only the boiler would just keep quiet.
Mark and Alice’s marriage might be dead, but they’re about to discover some things won’t stay buried forever . . .