Rachel has left me Clachan. Exactly half of my body screams that I never want to see the cottage again, that it’s cursed and desolate and the last place I ever want to set foot in, while the other half – wrenching and wringing – knows that it’s the only place I’ll be able to find her, the only place she’ll be able to speak to me, and the closest thing I have to a family home.
