California advertising executive Nate Bishop thinks that a relationship and a career on the brink of disaster are his biggest problems — until his twin sister, Nora, goes missing while sailing on Lake Superior.
When the search appears to turn cold, Nate begins to question not only the whereabouts of his twin, but the past he thought he knew and the future before him.
With the backdrop of northern Minnesota as its setting, The Promise of Water is a novel about the quest for identity, the pursuit of family, and how twins distanced by secrecy experience the duality of nature and themselves.
The lake blends seamlessly and silently into a horizon of shadows. Gazing out at the expansive body of water, I listen for clues about Nora.
In history class, I learned about the Edmund Fitzgerald and countless other shipwrecks on this lake. Over centuries of time, she has claimed her victims. Small boats. Great vessels. Lone fishermen and large crews. This lake has overwhelmed every kind of craft and taken bodies with them to the unexplored bottom. When I think of those sailors, preserved in the lake’s cavernous belly, more than a thousand feet below, the legend echoes in my mind: Superior, it’s said, never gives up her dead.
I crouch down and grab a handful of cold, water-worn stones. Closing my eyes, I try to conjure the twin telepathy that Nora and I have shared so many times. Nora has always possessed it more strongly. Often my phone would ring at just the right time – following a stressful day at work or a fender-bender, or when I was simply missing home. But what if there is no such thing as twin telepathy? What if Nora has simply been a better sibling, more attentive, more aware? The thought grabs hold of me like a hand at my throat.
Far down the jagged shoreline, I imagine our cove in the silhouette of rocky points. Placing my hand on the surface of the water, I search for a connection. I want to sense her in some way, like a current through the water. But all I can feel is an aching cold spreading toward my bones.
She would know how to find me.
Across the big, black lake, I seek her guidance once more, trying to separate the legend from our reality, trying to cast from my mind those sailors held in their watery keeping place. Maybe she can sense me.
Be anywhere but here, Nora. Anywhere but here. I can get to you anywhere … but here. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________
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