Bates made her way up the path leading to the historic lighthouse. Could she muster enough inner strength to live here for the year she’d committed to in the rental agreement? She was embarking on a dream she’d nurtured since childhood. The isolation of a lighthouse, the loneliness, the yearning for someone’s return, all spelled romantic fantasy to young girls, even for Bates at one time. Now it spelled escape — at least that’s what she thought!