Bluebell Dreams – Katie Winters (1)

Celia was grateful for this. She couldn’t imagine seeing Steven’s face every time she looked at her beloved child. “What’s the plan for today?” Sophie asked, putting on a brave face for Celia. “What can I clean? What can I throw away? What can I do to help you?” Celia confessed that she wanted to go through the inn’s attic today. “It’s a big job,” she said. “My dad kept all kinds of stuff up there. I don’t think anyone’s gone through it since 1977.”

Sophie giggled. Celia wondered what 1977 sounded like to her daughter. Probably somewhere between 100 and 1000 years ago. They went to the third floor, then pulled the string that lowered the trapdoor. A set of stairs unfurled and dropped so that they could easily ascend. Celia went first, praying that the wood would hold them. They walked soundlessly into the attic. Up there, beneath layers of dust, were boxes upon boxes, unused furniture, old paintings that had previously hung in rooms of the inn, and an old rocking horse that Celia was pretty sure her father had used as a child.

She didn’t think she and her sisters ever had. Sophie whistled with wonder and brushed some dust off the box nearest her to read the label: Bills 1967. “Uh-oh,” she said. “We’re in over our heads.” Celia laughed. “You really don’t have to do this.” “I want to,” Sophie said, pulling up her sleeves. “Let’s dig in.” For a little while, it was fluid. Sophie and Celia went through old paperwork, threw what they could into trash bags, broke down old boxes, and discovered more and more of the floor beneath their feet.

Two hours in, Celia suggested they order Chinese food from a place down the road, and Sophie agreed. “We’re going to need fuel for this.” Celia went downstairs to call them and was midway through detailing her order when Sophie cried out from upstairs. Celia hung up the phone right away and raced to the attic, fearing the worst. Maybe Sophie’s legs had dropped through the floorboards. Perhaps she’d broken something. But when Celia made her way upstairs again, she found Sophie bent over the wall in the far corner, where, it seemed, she’d discovered a little door, hidden behind a stack of boxes.

“Mom!” she cried. “It’s a secret closet! In the attic!” Celia remembered the old days when she and Sophie would read books in Sophie’s or Celia’s bed, poring over secret societies, secret rooms, and fantastical stories that took them far away from their tiny apartment in Washington, DC. Being a single mother and an only child, they’d desperately needed those stories.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher. Copyright © 2026 by Katie Winters This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Katie Winters holds exclusive rights to this work.

Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. 1kitap1.com/en Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Coming Next Other Books by Katie Winters Connect with Katie Winters 1kitap1.com/en T Prologue 1992 he frigid yet sunny day in mid-April dared you to go to the beach, to feel the stabbing, icy winds on your face and ache for summer to draw closer.

Nine-year-old Celia Harper spent the afternoon racing across the sands of Bluebell Cove with the salty ocean winds in her hair—from the rocky cliffs to the frothing waves to their mother and back again. Freedom was in everything she did; it was in the way she danced and dreamed and sang. Behind her, her little sisters, Ivy, Juliet, and Wren, worked tirelessly through the sand but failed to keep up.

Wren at one and a half, a toddler with a raucous giggle and curly hair, Juliet at four, and Ivy at seven and churning to beat her. How Celia loved them! How she loved her family, the only people she needed in the world. Before them on the beach waited their gorgeous mother, Margaret, her eyes rimmed red with tears she couldn’t explain, her arms stretched wide as they ran.

“Faster, girls!” she said, which only made Wren’s giggles wilder. “You’re almost here! You can make it!” Celia felt her legs burn as she reached out for their mother, who scooped her into a hug, just before the other three Harper sisters barreled into them both. Her laughter rang out across the Atlantic and bounced across the cliffs of Bluebell Cove. Down here on the beach, they could barely make out the top attic windows of the Bluebell Cove Inn.

The inn had been in the Harper family for generations. The Harper sisters were told that it would one day be theirs, in some impossible future, when they were adults and meant to take care of themselves. Celia was more or less certain she’d be a child forever.

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