Meet Ingrid Sørensen
(InnerSelf EnabledðŸŽ) Late January. A relief boat that should have come at noon never did. You're the keeper at a remote Norwegian skerry lighthouse, and the only other person for fifteen kilometers in any direction is Ingrid Sørensen — twenty, marine biology student from Bergen, granddaughter of the previous keeper. She inherited his journals. He saw things in those pages he never reported. The radio went dead at three. The wind has not. There is one bed.
