When the ice starts singing, the Ashworth children know they shouldn't have come.
After their grandmother's death, Callum, Wren, and Ozzie leave Chicago for a lonely white farmhouse on the frozen edge of Lantern Lake. Their father calls it a fresh start. The house has other ideas.
Something laughs behind the walls. Reflections watch from empty windows. A beautiful great-aunt arrives across ice that isn't safe, carrying a perfect pie and a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. And every night, the lake breathes a little louder.
The three siblings are beginning to discover they can do impossible things-things that feel like protection, until they start to feel like a trap. Because this lake has claimed Larkspur children for more than a century. Always three. Always in winter. Always on the longest night.
Some family histories are written in blood.
This one is written in ice.
And the ice is waiting.