Small towns are great. Even better when you live in a cul-de-sac. It's like everyone knows everyone, and everything is perfect.
Mary Smith, the woman who bakes all day and is the perfect house wife. Her husband Jason, who works as a cars salesman, and their two kids, Justin,10 and Matilda,7.
Janet Baker, wife of Thomas Baker, the mayor. They have a poodle named Polly and a son named Toby.
There's Mr. and Mrs. Redman. They ran a local bakery until Mr. Redman turned 75. Mrs. Redman, or Dorothy, always had candy available for all the children.
Johnny Mason, he lived across the cul-de-sac from the Smith's. He threw a party every beginning of summer and every end. He was the noisy one.
Sally Hills, moved from NYC to find a new start. She was paranoid as ever. Doesn't help that her 5 year old son went missing three years ago and was never found. It was the craziest thing to happen.
Then, there's my family. The family that consisted of a PTA mom, Lucy, a hard-working business man, Bret, and their crazy, wild child, teen daughter, Suzette. We always made a scene. Next to the mayor, we were the next best thing.
The house in the middle was always empty. In my 17 years of life, not once has a family lived there. It's always been empty, but never in bad shape. It was the odd ball out.
Then, the Parker's moved in. Liannal Parker, a model with high hopes. Hennessy Parker, a known gang member. And, finally, Mason Alfred Parker.
They were mysterious. Turns out, they unlocked the secrets of the cul-de-sac...
®Tessa Poissant, 2017