EL QUE SUSURRA
The small town of Point Spirit would not be the same at dawn. In the Morelli sister’s house, the clock in the hallway had stopped; it was three in the morning.
Mrs Owens Heard someone knock on the door. Right at that moment, the sheriff was staring at the Bridal Veil’s sawmill; he thought he had seen a light behind one of the broken windows but he wasn’t sure. At the same time, the writer Jim Allen slept peacefully in his just-hired hut and thus didn’t see the long, dark silhouette that crossed his window.
It was three in the morning, the exact hour in which Penny died and all the lives of Point Spirit’s neighbours will change forever.