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WILL THIS BE THE BEST WEEK OF THEIR LIVES... OR THE LAST?JULIA, DAVID, AND ERIKA grew up together spending summers at their idyllic Vermont lake homes for as long as they can remember. Now adults—with their own sullen teens, endless mortgages, and low-voltage sex lives—the three friends have amassed secrets over the years.This summer, David is eager to show off his newly renovated home—which now blocks his friends’ cherished lake views—and his much-younger girlfriend. He also, unwittingly, brings a nanny with a hidden agenda. What could possibly go wrong?When David’s girlfriend mysteriously vanishes after a shouting match, Julia and Erika wonder just how well they know their lifelong friend. The lake harbors a harrowing two young women, with no known connection, vanished without a trace thirty years ago. Did the lake take another?As a search is mounted, an intricate web of lies, deceits, and betrayals spanning generations starts to surface, and everyone finds themselves in danger of becoming the next victim. Of the lake, or something darker.
The newly built house was a monstro-sity: three stories tall, made almost entirely of glass, and partially blocking what was once Julia's cherished view of the lake. She had spotted the towering eyesore halfway down the long driveway that many visitors mistook for a road.
For months, she'd been eagerly anticipating her annual summer vacation to the lake house where she'd spent her formative years-but now everything was ruined. Ten minutes ago, it was a different story. From the passenger seat of their brand-new Land Rover Defender-which they couldn't afford-Julia had been composing her vacation kickoff Instagram post.
Finally arrived, let the relaxing begin!
Or better: Be back never.
Maybe ... Collect moments, not things.
She could come up with a hundred of
these and never run out.
Julia kept her posts simple, engaging, and heartfelt, but how fun it would be to write the truth for once: My ass is saddlesore from the three-hour ride north, Christian and I are going broke, oh and our neighbor just royally screwed us over. #blessed
It wasn't until Julia exited the vehicle that the magnitude to which they'd been screwed fully registered.
The newly built house was a monstro-sity: three stories tall, made almost entirely of glass, and partially blocking what was once Julia's cherished view of the lake. She had spotted the towering eyesore halfway down the long driveway that many visitors mistook for a road.
For months, she'd been eagerly anticipating her annual summer vacation to the lake house where she'd spent her formative years-but now everything was ruined. Ten minutes ago, it was a different story. From the passenger seat of their brand-new Land Rover Defender-which they couldn't afford-Julia had been composing her vacation kickoff Instagram post.
Finally arrived, let the relaxing begin!
Or better: Be back never.
Maybe ... Collect moments, not things.
She could come up with a hundred of
these and never run out.
Julia kept her posts simple, engaging, and heartfelt, but how fun it would be to write the truth for once: My ass is saddlesore from the three-hour ride north, Christian and I are going broke, oh and our neighbor just royally screwed us over. #blessedIt wasn't until Julia exited the vehicle that the magnitude to which they'd been screwed fully registered.
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