When Ellie drove back into her hometown after thirty years away, she expected a rush of nostalgia — the familiar storefronts, the creak of the old bridge, the scent of honeysuckle in the evening air. Instead, what she found were ghosts. The town looked the same, but the silence between the houses carried whispers. People who’d once waved now stared a beat too long, their curiosity sharpening into judgment. It was the kind of place where everyone remembered everything — or thought they did. Officially, Ellie was there to help her aging mother move into assisted living. Unofficially, she had...
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