But we only get this one, so we have to make it count. You can’t dwell on the past. You have to look ahead, count your blessings, and make plans for the future.
That’s what my mother used to tell me, when I was sad because my best friend moved out of town. When I had to have surgery to remove my tonsils. Then, a year later, my appendix.
She’d always have faith that a better day was just behind the horizon.
Go to sleep, my girl.
Have pleasant dreams.
Tomorrow is a new day.
My mother was raped, tortured, and murdered last week during a home invasion. The sadistic criminal who did it then set fire to our home.
Where was I?
At a party, getting drunk and trying to lose my virginity.
It’s been eight days, fourteen hours since my mother’s beautiful soul left this earth. Life should have been easier by now, but it’s not.
See…Mom lied.
It doesn’t matter how many times I go to sleep, I don’t have pleasant dreams anymore.
When I try to count my blessings, I come up short.
My plans for the future?
I don’t have any.
When I look ahead, all I see is darkness.
I’m waiting for that bright new day you promised me, mom.
Because tomorrow still hasn’t come.
Chapter One
Indi
I don’t remember Lavish being this travel-brochure perfect town nestled against the gentle slope of a mountain. Somehow, it’s impossible for me to picture myself ever having lived here. I traveled through Mallhaven — Lavish’s sister town — to get here. The towns share sinister-looking black peaks, as if they were split down the middle when those spires rose up out of hell.
When I drove through Mallhaven, the town was already cast in shadow. Lavish, on the other hand, dazzles in the remaining hour of sunlight.
My GPS sends me straight through town, where my path winds up one of the roads leading higher into the mountains. There are tons of pines here; so many that twilight’s shadow falls around me as I stop outside a fanciful wrought-iron gate. I can’t see a house from here. Instead, I’m surrounded by more firs and the dark, distant peaks of the Devil’s Spine.
Getting out of the junker Mom’s insurance company passed off as a rental car, I head over to the gate and grab hold of one of the iron flourishes.
The metal is ice-cold, slightly damp.
There’s an intercom to one side. I press its button, and seconds later a voice warbles out through the speaker.
“Yes?”
“It’s Indi.”
“Excuse me?”
I grind my teeth as I bend at the waist to put my mouth closer to the slotted microphone. “Indigo. Virgo. Your granddaughter?”
“I was expecting you several hours ago.”
I straighten, thinning my lips and hoping to all hell the voice on the other side of the line isn’t expecting a reply. It was a five-hour drive through states and counties I’ve never been. What the hell was she expecting?
Slamming my car door, I rev the engine and tear through the gates as soon as they’re just wide enough for me to pass.
As much as I would have liked to knock those majestic gates off-kilter, the last thing I need is Mom’s insurance company billing me for damage to their car.
It’s super hard to stay angry. I mean, I’m trying, but this place is just so fucking beautiful. The air is fresh and piney. A chill promises a cool night.
Lakeview — which I still insist should have been named Swampview — was always so hot and sticky. Even in winter, the nights were hot. We had air conditioning at our lake house, of course, but I’ve always been the outdoors type. I hated being cooped up in my room. Mom used to—
The road curves, and I almost don’t make the unexpected turn. My wheels go off the side of the paved road, digging into soft grass and spitting it out behind me before I can steer back onto solid ground.
“Fuck.”
I slow down the car, and then stop. As I wait for my heartbeat to drop back to normal, I peer out my windows to take in the towering pines and the dark, distant peaks.
They’re prettier on this side. Not as sharp, not as jagged.
Hiding their true form.
It takes me a good few minutes to reach my new home.
I was expecting a mansion, but gran’s place is just a big house. Double story, with a loft or attic on top. Big wrap-around porch. Immaculate lawn. No fences either — the lawn ends several yards away from the house.