Richard Logan was a free spirit: carefree, spontaneous, happy-go-lucky . . .
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.
But although Olivia always knew her younger sister would get into trouble, she never realised just how disastrous that trouble would prove to be. Then came the fateful night, when Olivia was awakened by the low whistle of the wind off the ocean - a whistle that became an unearthly wail. The tragic night that their father would forbid them to speak of ever again. The night they would never forget. The night that would send generations of Logans down an unavoidable path of lies, deceit and heartbreak . . .
