Focused on the matriarch of the Logan family, this book was a surprisingly good prequel that turned my view of Grandma Olivia from iron tyrant to an understandably bitter woman just trying to make things right.
Olivia was always the sensible one. The responsible sister. She took after their father, a man as cold and driven as the Cape Cod wind, a man possessed by an inner need to be respected and successful. She would be the one to take over his million-dollar businesses. She would become the unwavering compass and resilient caretaker of the Logan family-whether she wanted to or not.
But Belinda belonged only to herself. Flighty, flirtatious, and possessed of a beauty that promised her a privileged life, Belinda was lavished with attention. Mother and Father, family friends, boys from school, they all adored Belinda. And as she matured into a young woman, her beauty became even more haunting. She vowed never to grow up, to remain forever an enchanting little girl to be worshiped and cared for.
Then came that fateful night, when Olivia was awakened by the low whistle of the wind off the ocean...a whistle that became an unearthy wail coming from Belinda's bedroom. It was the tragic night that their father would never forget. The night that would send generations of Logan's down an unavoidable path of lies, deceit, and heartbreak.
Olivia always knew her younger sister would get into trouble, but she never realized the undercurrents of disaster would grow to a raging flood. Olivia was always the sensible one, but Belinda belonged only to herself. Then came that fateful night, when Olivia was awakened by the low whistle of the wind off the ocean..a whistle that became an unearthly wail coming from Belinda's bedroom.