When Travis moves his family to a quiet town in Maine, he hopes for a new chapter in their lives. But a discovery deep in the woods — a headstone bearing his childhood photo — pulls him into a decades-old mystery…
We had only been in Maine for three weeks when it happened.
My wife, Lily, our eight-year-old son, Ryan, and our Doberman, Brandy, were adjusting to the cold slower than I was. But after 16 years of living in Texas, I welcomed the sting of the crisp morning air in my lungs, the soft hush of pine needles underfoot, and the silence of a town that didn’t know our names.
“This place smells like Christmas,” Lily had whispered on the first morning, standing barefoot at the back door in a borrowed flannel shirt.