Let It Go

You read about families where everyone is happy and life is wonderful.
That wasn’t my family.
My mother was the only good person in our house, coping patiently with a drunken, obsessive gambler of a husband and a daughter with an insatiable sexual appetite. I loved my father, but he kept us one step away from the poor house. Loving my sister was harder, basically because she hated me and constantly brought trouble to the door.
Me? I couldn’t wait to grow up and live my own life.
Then everything changed. Unbelievably, Dad won a guest house in a card game and suddenly we were off to a new life in Cornwall. A beautiful place, steeped in legend and mystery. Would trouble leave us alone now, or was it merely biding its time?
When I found an old diary, telling of murder and betrayal right where we were living, I began to realise that even somewhere as lovely as Cornwall, dark and disturbing things happened to other people too.
Somehow everything seemed linked, and as one more disaster struck our family, it seemed we were doomed, unless I could find a way to make it stop.