Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…“By burying more people?” Eleanor’s voice rose. “By becoming the very thing you claim to despise?” She held out the ledger, her hand shaking. “This. This is the truth, Brody. The proof of father’s work. And the proof of what was done to him.” Corbin watched, mesmerized and terrified, as the confrontation between the two Blackwood Creek natives unfolded before him. The quiet historian, armed with knowledge, standing against the ruthless Sheriff, driven by a warped sense of justice. The air crackled with unspoken history, with the weight of secrets finally brought to the precipice of revelation. The reckoning, Corbin realized, was far from over. It was only just beginning.