Provincetown Whispers

Escape to Cape Cod with the Wilsons—a family haunted by secrets and bound by blood. Step into the world of Lily Wilson, a woman on the brink of unraveling the enigma that was her mother, Kelly.

Forty-four years after a whirlwind romance whisked Kelly away, her past crashes like a wave on Provincetown's shores where Lily, armed with a shattered marriage and a burning need for answers, seeks the truth behind her mother's mysterious departure.

Dive headfirst into a stunning tale of family ties and forbidden truths. Lily, once the wife of a high-powered defense attorney and mother to three, now stands at life's crossroads. In the quaint charm of Provincetown, she uncovers layers of family lore, half-siblings born of whispered scandals, and the raw portrait of a mother she never knew.

Every family has its ghosts, and the Wilsons are no exception. As Lily peels back the decades, what she finds will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and the ties that bind. From the pain of abandonment to the fierce joy of self-discovery, Lily's journey is a testament to the relentless power of starting anew.

Can she forge a new life amidst the shadows of her mother's legacy? With the magnetic pull of Ben Vasquez, the inn's enigmatic caretaker, drawing her in, Lily's quest for peace teeters on the edge of new love.

Provincetown Whispers is not just a story—it's a revelation. A gripping first entry in a series that promises to be as unpredictable as it is heartfelt, set against the backdrop of Cape Cod's timeless beauty. It’s a story of awakening, healing, and the exhilarating chance to fall in love with life all over again.

Two Months Ago

She pushed herself to her feet and secured the cap on the marker. Tilting her head, she glanced around the room, studying the boxes lined up, all marked in her neat, cursive handwriting.
As she continued to glance around the spacious living room, bathed in warm, buttery hues of yellow, Lily placed a hand over her chest, over the hollow ache that had been there for days. She’d never seen anything sadder nor lonelier than the sight of her living room, empty and devoid of the life it had once held, with nothing but storage boxes containing a lifetime’s worth of memories.
For the life of her, she couldn’t quite figure out how she’d gotten here.
Or when the knots in her stomach she’d been carrying around for weeks would go away.
Behind her, the front door clicked open, and the workers, dressed in jeans and old T-shirts, poured back in and glanced at her expectantly. “What else do you need us to move, Mrs. Alrich?”
Lily blinked and looked over at them. “There’s still a few more boxes.”
The blond man nodded and stood up straighter. “Yes, ma’am. Which ones will you be wanting us to move?”
Lily coughed and glanced back at the boxes, a strange lump rising in the back of her throat. She’d marked the boxes already and had spent days trying to determine which were of any use to her and which would go to a storage unit she’d rented out in the middle of the city.
“The ones marked ‘go,’” Lily replied finally. She swallowed past the lump and folded her arms over her chest. “Leave the others, please.”
With a sigh, she watched the movers stir, heading toward the remaining boxes. Once they’d moved the last of them, Lily shut the door behind them and spun to face the empty apartment. A warm breeze blew in through the open window, making the hairs on the back of her neck rise. A heaviness settled in the center of her chest as Lily drifted up the stairs toward the rooms.
Slowly, she peeked into one room after the next, shutting the doors behind her as she did. Once she was done upstairs, she made her way back down, the heaviness in her chest growing.
She wandered into the office, paused in the doorway, and glanced around the room where her husband had spent most of his life.
Her now ex-husband.
The life they’d built together now seemed like a lifetime ago.
When she pulled the door shut behind her and drifted back into the living room, tears sprang to Lily’s eyes. She remembered the first day Lance had brought her here: fresh out of college, pregnant, and with her whole life ahead of her. She’d been blindfolded then, and Lance’s sure and steady hands had held her in place till he removed the blindfold and gestured around him.
Lily would never forget how it had felt to stand in the doorway with an arm draped over her stomach, where a swell of emotion—fear, anxiety, and uncertainty—were fluttering in her chest. She recalled turning to Lance with tears in her eyes and a beaming smile—still thought of how he’d kissed her like the world had been theirs for the taking. A bittersweet feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, reminding her that it hadn’t been all bad, despite how it was ending.
She’d been an idiot then, believing they really could have it all.
Had she dreamed too big, reached too high? Was this the price she had to pay?
With a slight shake of her head, Lily rubbed a hand over her face.

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