Up close, the cottage is tiny and perfect, with fresh paint on the walls and the scent of roses in the air. A bicycle with a woven basket at the front is at the end of the veranda. And on the lake, a wooden rowboat floats loose. She shouldn't intrude, but Sadie thinks again of the woman's plea: 'I need to find my family. Will you help me?' Sadie Forest hasn't lived in Rivers End for fifteen years. Not since she was eighteen when,...