The Killer on my Doorstep

The first time I saw our neighbor, Naomi Sheller, she froze in the middle of the grocery store, eyes wide with terror, as if death itself had touched her shoulder. Days later, she was gone. Found dead in the woods. Her husband, Eric, in handcuffs.

We moved to the small town of Buxton Falls to raise our daughters somewhere safe.

Now I’m thinking we made a terrible mistake.

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