clung to the coastline. The small town of Bayhaven had always been a place of secrets. People came and went, but the tow

unger years. The familiar scent of fresh-brewed coffee and pastries fill

nown Claire since she was a little girl, and though they hadn't spoken

ha said, wiping her hands on a dish towel

much to reveal. "I'm just here to handle

to hear that, dear. Henry was a stub

café. There was an uncomfortable silence between them, as

ice low. "A photograph. A woman named Ed

if checking to see if anyone was listening. "Eden Harper," she murmured. "That's a name you

hat happened to her? Wha

should talk to Sheriff Dawson," she said, her voice barely above

closer to a dangerous truth. The sheriff might be able to tell her more, but the warning in Martha's voice