And again a refusal. For the sixth time in five weeks. Not that he was counting them. Nick Hart slowly hung up the phone, rose to his feet and walked to the counter by the window of the living room of his cottage. Six refusals in a row. The man had a complex may develop. And in general, why is he mocking himself? He looked outside, staring at the wall of gray fog that shrouded the landscape outside the window. Summer has just arrived in Eclipse Bay, and with it the familiar cool, damp, foggy mornings and long, sunny days. He knew this time of year well. As a teenager he spent every summer, school holidays and weekends here. His parents and grandparents lived elsewhere, and he and his son lived in Portland most of the time, but that didn't change the fact that three generations of Harts had been part of Eclipse Bay. The threads of their lives are woven into the fabric of this place. Translation carried out on the website Translator: Kalle