A family gathers for a milestone anniversary in their childhood summer home. A storm traps them inside for 48 hours. No cell service, no exits. The Conflict:

Eleanor smiled, just a little. “Then I guess we’ll find out what else he forgot.”

The lawyer, a thin man with spectacles that kept slipping down his nose, read the document in a flat, uninflected voice. The house, contents included, was to be sold, proceeds split three ways. A small annuity for the housekeeper, Mrs. Bellamy. And then came the clause that made Eleanor’s stomach drop.