Ronni Parker doesn't believe in ghosts, but then, she's never met her mother...
She's out of her element and over her head, and showing up to claim her inheritance just might get her killed. The river folk don't take too kindly to strangers.
Meet Netta Jackson, the best storyteller on the river, and keeper of secrets. She never forgets a face. Not even a dead one.
And Jack, a rafter of the river. He knows more that he is willing to tell about the mother and teenaged daughter who once resided in the cabin high on the eastern ridge.
What became of her...the young girl raped then driven mad by the loss of her baby? A tender, tormented soul locked away in a tiny room of the secluded cabin...did she commit suicide?
It is the time of reckoning. Because the biggest lie ever told is that the dead bury their secrets.