OLIVIA ALWAYS KNEW HER YOUNGER SISTER WOULD GET INTO TROUBLE. BUT SHE NEVER REALIZED THE UNDERCURRENTS OF DISASTER WOULD GROW TO A RAGEING FLOOD...
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 successjul. She would become the unwavering compass and risilient caretaker of the Logan family--wether she wanted to or not.
But Belinda belonged only to herself. Flighty, flirtatious and possessed of a beauty that promised her a privileged life, Belinda was lavished with attention. Mother and Father, family friends, boys from school, they all adored Belinda. And as she matured into a ypung woman, her beauty became even more haunting. Dhe vowed never to grow up, to remain forever an enchanting little girl to be worshiped and cared for.
Then came that fateful night, when Olivia was awakened by the low whistle of the wind off the ocean...a whistle that became an unearthy wail coming from Belinda's bedroom. It was 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, and heartbreak.
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