The House Across the Lake

by Riley Sager

There’s only happy for a short period of time before everything falls apart.

Maybe I’m not looking for trouble. Maybe I am the trouble.

“That’s a perky name for a hurricane.”

“Easy?” I say. “You have no idea how hard it is to be a woman. Or how maddening it is to always feel at risk because that’s just how our fucked-up society is. Trust me, you’re not equipped to handle it. Wait until you have to walk down the street alone at night or stand on a subway platform and wonder if one—or more—of the men around you will try to harass you. Or assault you. Or kill you just like you killed those three girls who are now somewhere in that lake.”