The barista knew my order before I opened my mouth. "Vanilla latte, extra hot, no foam," she said, smiling like we were old friends. I froze. My hand was still on the door handle of the coffee shop, the bell above still chiming from my entrance. This was my first morning in Millbrook. I'd driven twelve hours yesterday, slept in a motel on the edge of town, and woken up determined to start fresh. No one here was supposed to know me. "I'm sorry?" I managed. She laughed, a light, tinkling sound that made my skin prickle. "Your usual, right? Vanilla latte?" "How did you—" "Small town." She winked. "Word travels fast." But I'd told no one I was coming here. Not my mother, not my former coworkers, not even my therapist. I'd packed my car in the middle of the night three days ago and just drove. Millbrook was a random pin on a map, a town small enough to disappear in. I forced a smile and nodded. She made my drink—perfectly, exactly how I liked it—and I left without another word. Outside, the morning air was crisp and clean. Main Street stretched before me, lined with brick buildings and autumn trees. It was picturesque. Peaceful. Exactly what I needed after everything that happened in the city. After what I'd done. I walked slowly, sipping my coffee, trying to shake off the unease. Maybe someone from the motel had called ahead. Maybe I'd mentioned my order in my sleep or something equally ridiculous. "Emma!" I turned. A woman was waving at me from across the street, her face bright with recognition. She was older, maybe sixty, wearing a floral dress and cardigan. I didn't know her. She crossed the street, moving faster than seemed safe, and grabbed my hands. "Emma Hartley, I can't believe you're finally here. We've been waiting." My blood went cold. "I think you have me confused with someone else," I said, pulling my hands back. Her smile never wavered. "Oh, don't be modest. Everyone knows who you are." She patted my arm and walked away, humming to herself. I stood there, coffee trembling in my hand, watching her disappear into a bookstore. Everyone knows who you are. I'd come to Millbrook to escape my past. To become invisible. To forget the night that changed everything and the choice I'd made that I could never take back. But somehow, impossibly, this town already knew my name.