But I was not wrong about the danger.

The proof is that the one night the wall came down, the danger came for her at once.

Chapter 3 — The Summons

Earlier that evening, Rosalind Harrington had summoned us both to the family estate outside Anchorage, and I had gone because Samantha asked me to, and because I did not yet understand what her mother was.

Samantha’s father had died weeks before, and his will had been plain: he left his daughter the mansion, the forty acres it sat on, and a controlling interest in the winter-resort company he had spent his life building.

He had known exactly what he was doing.