For the first time in six years, Mya Lennon played.
But the next morning, she heard it.
She should have thrown the note away. Mya Lennon was an expert at discarding things—letters, phone numbers, goodbyes. But that note knew her name. And worse: it was right. mya lennon
She arrived in Clover’s End on a Tuesday, her worn leather suitcase bumping against her knee. The town was small enough that the librarian doubled as the mayor, and the diner’s pie recipe hadn’t changed since 1972. Perfect, Mya thought. Forgettable. For the first time in six years, Mya Lennon played