Anne turned her car into the lane, to see Sorrell Farm growing larger, advancing towards her. She sighed and smiled. Her every teen summer spent here, with her grandma. Sad the day her grandma died. But the farm stayed in the family, her cousin John inherited. Alas, it seemed that farm was cursed, for John’s wife died, and shortly after John met with a tragic accident.

Had John not already installed Martin as farm manager Anne might have sold the place. But today Martin would be waiting for her, her newlywed husband. And no one could pin John’s tragic death on them.