At fourteen, Lydia Rose Sinclair doesn’t know what to make of her new home on East Street. A stately century house, it’s beautiful in a way that feels borrowed from another time, churning with a history she can almost feel through the plaster walls.

When long nights bring dark shadows, whispering drafts and unexplained fears, Lydia turns to the small rituals that would normally bring her comfort, but even they can’t calm what is beginning to stir in the house. 

As she pieces together a long-buried past, Lydia must choose whether to turn away or trust the quiet voice pulling her toward the truth.

A tender, eerie and nostalgic coming-of-age novella about belonging, intuition and the echoes from the past that family leaves behind.