Prologue

Maybe today would be different. No one would stare and whisper as you walk by, not even bothering to hide it. I guess you never really know how things will turn out. It happens gradually, at a snail's pace, and then one day it's just - it. You can't pinpoint the exact moment it happened. You feel exhausted and weak but you can't think of the right words to describe why you feel that way, you just are.

That's all you will ever feel.

Rosewood has always been a picture-perfect town, filled with seemingly happy and charming citizens. It's always presented with an air of grace that no other town has quit perfected. The businesses and boutiques always flourishing, inviting outsiders and their money. It's an art form that has been perfected for many years. Maybe that's why no one will let you tarnish it.

"Labor Day weekend marks the unofficial end of summer but it also marks the unsettling anniversary of the tragedy that still haunts everyone of us in Rosewood."