CHAPTER 28

Sutton It’s funny how different Otterville Falls appeared to me as we rolled into town. True to form, Mark had rented a large black SUV that looked like it cost more than three of my trailers combined. I didn’t want to meet Candice’s gaze as we drove down Main Street. It was still lined with brick buildings that have been there for at least a hundred years. Above the Five and Dime, you could just make out a retro Coca-Cola symbol that had been painted before I was born. However,...