Who She Was

Living in a small town like Westmouth makes it impossible to ever truly start over. Everyone remembers who you were at seventeen even when you are forty.

“The past is a foreign country but sometimes they let you back in.”

Blake’s return to his childhood home feels like walking into a trap. The past is not a memory there. It is a physical weight on every street corner.

People spend their whole lives protecting a version of themselves that never actually existed. One old friend showing up can shatter that glass house in an afternoon.

The mystery of what happened to Emily isn't just a cold case. It is a wound that never scabbed over for the people she left behind.