It was supposed to be a fresh start. A broken-down roadside motel in the frozen heart of Michigan's Upper Peninsula-a place Jeffrey and Rebecca Cohen could rebuild, not just with their hands, but with their hearts. A second chance. A last chance.But some places don't want to be saved.The wind howls through broken windows. Shadows shift in the corners. At night, Rebecca swears she hears voices whispering through the walls. And in the lonely silence of the empty highway, she finds herself drawn to a rugged contractor who makes her feel alive again-while Jeffrey watches their dream, their marriage, and his grip on reality begin to slip away.Jeffrey tells himself the isolation is getting to them, that the motel is just a building-wood, stone, and dust. But there are things hidden beneath the floorboards, buried deep in the foundation. The past lingers here, unseen but not gone. And whatever happened in these rooms, in these halls, it left something behind.The past never really leaves us. Sometimes, it waits in the walls.