Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it’s too late.

It isn’t fair, or right, but it’s dreadfully

human, the way we tear each other apart.

But the past never leaves us. It’s in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now.