博客來Lucas Ward returns to a northern seaside town that once taught him how to forget. Years ago, after a childhood accident by the old mill, a room with fluorescent lights assigned him a new surname and sealed his past behind official forms and quiet consent. Now that past is misbehaving. A red bell rings once and stops. A drawer opens to reveal letters that shouldn’t exist. And the mill’s wheel turns like a rumor that refuses to die.
With Rachel-whose steadiness keeps the house honest-and Diya, the childhood friend who remembers what Lucas can’t, he begins to pull at threads no one intended him to find: a dented bell set in a stone circle, initials carved into a bench, a consent form that carries his breath on tape and his name erased in ink. The county’s quiet machine still prefers tidy endings, but an archivist with a conscience and a retired official with late courage leave behind a paper trail that says three sentences the town was never meant to read: Bring your own person. No further action. Accompaniment is not surveillance.
As the evidence grows harder to dismiss, Lucas must decide whether reclaiming his past will save him-or cost him the life he has built.
Set against rain-glossed streets, a rosemary-scented conservatory, and a wheel that keeps its arithmetic, The Forgotten Name is a psychological thriller with a literary pulse-an intimate mystery about identity, memory, and the quiet acts of witness that keep us whole. Perfect for readers who love the atmosphere of Tana French, the precision of Claire Keegan, and the hushed menace of Sarah Waters.
