“No one needed a hidden, half-forgotten pond more than Jessie that summer, and right from the beginning—their first day on the raft—Terri Carr seemed the perfect person to show it to her.

“See that house? Terri pointed across the water to where a vast and elegant roof rose up through bushes on shore. She said years ago some men had gone in at night and killed the owners, a husband and wife.

“They shot them dead while their little girl was sleeping upstairs.”

Jessie was shocked. “How terrible!”

“She still lives here.”

“Who?”

“The girl.  In that same house. She’s an old woman now.”