Not yet corpses, still we rot | Jon Bernthal

Bellweather has always been a town that remembers.

Lenora Vale has spent her entire life learning how to live with its ghosts. At twenty-three, she tends bar at The Mercy Bell, where secrets are traded over bourbon and old names are spoken only when the doors are locked.

She knows the stories about Blackthorn. She knows what happened to her aunt Eleanor.

Or at least, she knows what everyone says happened.

Then Jon Bernthal comes home.

Fifteen years after leaving Bellweather behind, Jon returns to bury his father and settle the affairs of the crumbling estate his family has owned for generations. He intends to stay only long enough to sell Blackthorn and leave again.

But some things don't stay buried.

As the summer heat closes in and old secrets begin clawing their way back to the surface, Lenora finds herself drawn toward the one man she's spent her life being warned about.

Jon knows something about the night Eleanor disappeared.
Lenora knows he isn't telling her everything.
And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell whether they're uncovering the truth
or becoming part of another story Bellweather will never forget.