Johanna’s Secret by Maya Northen Augelli
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 598 Kb
Johanna’s : After experiencing a painful breakup of a long-term relationship, therapist and part time author Hennie Barritt decides to finally pursue her long held dream of writing a novel. While traveling up the coast of New England, she comes across a garden cottage that she feels drawn to, and on a whim, decides it is perfect location for her to make a fresh start, get away from the busy city life in Baltimore, and work on her book.
As Hennie settles into her new life in Massachusetts, she learns of the unsolved disappearance of an entire family nearly a century ago – a family that vanished from the very cottage that she’s now renting. Naturally curious and easily intrigued, Hennie becomes determined to discover more about the history of her house and family who once called it home. As she begins to investigate, with she’s drawn into a world of secrets deeper than she could have imagined.
“I hear Nan plop down her bags, and then a slightly muffled ‘hmm’. “What?” I call across the hall. “Oh it’s nothing…” she assures me, but not wholeheartedly. Nan doesn’t “hmm” for no reason. I walk over to see her peering at a small doorway on the opposite wall. “Probably just a storage area,” she says, wrestling with the antique-looking lock and knob on its front. Nan’s not one to be particularly curious about these kinds of things. In fact, she tends to tease me about getting lost in exploration of what she considers silly. So if she’s paying it more than a passing glance, it must be intriguing – though why, I’m not yet sure. “It reminds me of the laundry shoots at grandma and grandpa’s. Remember that time we were playing hide and seek and Cat hid in the laundry shoot and got stuck?” she grins. I laugh and nod. “It took at least twenty minutes to pull her out. Now that I think about it, she really was lucky that she didn’t slide down and get stuck in the center of it.” Nan gave up on the lock. “I’ll leave that exploring to you,” she shrugged, and I knew she was right. I couldn’t let a little door randomly placed in a spare bedroom, locked with such an ornate and effective lock, go uninvestigated. “Well, when Cat comes to visit I’ll tell her she’s not allowed to hide in there,” I joke, to cover up the weird feeling of disorientation that suddenly comes over me. Nan, always astute, notices anyway.