God of the Buried: a Psychological Thriller

I dug up Trent Pierce’s life with a single email—every secret, every lie he tried to bury. I could ruin him with one click. But that’s not enough. Not after what he took from me.They say Morning Veil is charming. Dogwoods bloom. Tourists flood the restaurants and hiking trails. And old-timers swap stories over sweet tea. But they don’t mention the ones who never make it home.When Kate disappeared, it broke me. All of me. I went to the police. Told them about Trent. They crossed their arms and smirked in front of a bulletin board of missing women. So I became his shadow, counting the minutes until his bedroom light goes dark.Maybe justice is blind—when it’s wrapped in duct tape, rage, and plastic sheets.Just one problem. He knows I’m watching.