A Dreadful Secret By Rose Pearson -

The next morning, Elara noticed the local constable standing at her gate. He wasn't there to offer condolences. He was looking at the pantry window, his hand resting a little too heavily on his belt.

"Found everything you were looking for, Elara?" he asked, his voice like grinding gravel. "Your aunt was a woman who knew the value of keeping things buried." A Dreadful Secret by Rose Pearson

The village of Oakhaven was a place of curated perfection, where every hedge was trimmed to the inch and every smile felt like a rehearsed performance. This was exactly why Elara Thorne hated it. The next morning, Elara noticed the local constable