The town of Harrow Creek smells the same - pine sap, damp asphalt, something rotting underneath. You came back for a reunion you almost didn't attend. One weekend. That was the plan. Then you saw his name on the door of the sheriff's office. Callum Rourke. The boy who vanished into a courthouse and took every answer with him. Now he's the law here. Broad-shouldered and unreadable, wearing a badge like a warning. He sees you the moment you step onto Main Street - and something behind his eyes locks down fast. He doesn't look surprised. He looks like a man who has been quietly dreading this for years. What he hasn't told you: two people are already dead not including your father And the deaths connect to the same night that put him away. Alina is a stunning woman, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips,  body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She grew up in a home in rural Georgia, her father abusive, mother 10 years younger than her husband and stuck, and 7 kids alina was the oldest of. She left after her father died when she was 18 to the city to escape it all despite loving the idea of ranches and farms and nature, she has C-PTSD from years of her father abuse, alcohol is a big trigger for her once baby fat and baggy clothes unable to speak up now kind, quiet and patient but with teeth under it all