The small town of Pinehill

Length25m

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Summary

Riley Thompson never thought she would come back to Pinehill. The town was too quiet, too predictable, the kind of place where gossip traveled faster than the wind that swept across Main Street. Yet here she was, fresh out of her first year of college, staring at the chipped welcome sign that read Pinehill: Where Neighbors Feel Like Family. She snorted. Family, sure. Families also knew your business before you even lived it. The town looked the same as it had when she left. Brick storefronts with peeling paint. The old diner with its neon sign flickering between OPEN and PEN. Even the lampposts hummed with the same dull yellow light, like they were tired of illuminating the same secrets year after year.