Gossip was the currency of our former lives, before we found our way to this quiet corner of Maine. Ben Diamond was the first to plant a flag here, nine years ago. He’d retired early to take care of his ailing wife, and his search for the perfect town pointed him here, to the village of Purity. It had everything he required: a bookstore, a decent town library, a coffee shop that served espresso, and no nearby nuclear targets.
