Still suffering the soul-crushing grief of her husband's unexpected and violent death, Amelia escapes to the country, to the historic bed and breakfast where they spent their honeymoon.

A beautiful and mysterious getaway owned by her husband's aunt and uncle, the Engstroms welcome her with open arms, but not without warning: Avoid the grounds after dark, no matter what might beckon her outside. The Engstroms are old, superstitious for sure, but when a melancholy melody wakes her from troubled sleep again and again, she finds herself drawn from bed to find the source.

In her heart, she knows the shadowy entity gliding through the frigid fountain and dancing playfully across the slick, leaf-strewn walk cannot possibly be Oliver, but what if she's wrong? If the Engstrom's warnings were true, and the woeful song of the creature outside is a trap, what will it matter if it brings her closer to the one person she didn't have enough time with before it was too late?