Moira came to the village to forget.
After a betrayal that ruined everything she thought was stable in her life, starting over in her grandmother’s old cottage felt like the easiest way to disappear for a while. Quiet hills. Cold mornings. No memories she couldn’t handle.
At least, that was the plan.
Then she met Alistair.
Some days he looks at her like she’s the only person he sees. Other days, he acts like they’ve never met before. The closer Moira gets to him, the stranger things become. Messages appear where nobody could have written them. People in the village avoid certain questions. And buried behind the cottage, Moira finds a sketchbook filled with drawings of her face dated long before she ever arrived there.
But the worst part isn’t the secrets.
It’s the feeling that something has been waiting for her.
As memories begin to blur and reality stops making sense, Moira realizes the village is hiding more than old stories. And somehow, Alistair is at the center of all of it.
Because some love stories don’t end.
They rot.
