Two days had passed since the incident at Mathew's house.
The town had returned to pretending that everything was normal.
Bailey Falls was good at that.
It had always been good at that.
The streets were busy again. Cars moved along the roads. People went to work. Children were sent outside to play. Curtains opened in the mornings, doors closed in the evenings, and neighbors exchanged polite greetings as though nothing strange had ever happened.
But inside Ezra's house, nothing felt normal.
Ezra had gone out with Grey that morning.
Charity had gone to Greg's house to check on Mathew and his family.
That left Penelope and Harold alone.
At least, that was what Penelope thought.
She had been carrying the secret around for more than two weeks.
It had begun as something she didn't know how to process.
Then it became something she didn't know how to say.
Now it felt like something sitting directly on her chest.
She found Harold downstairs.
