I live in northern Vermont, and winter here is not background noise. It is pressure. It presses people indoors, it presses routines into ruts, and it presses secrets tighter because nobody can outrun anything when the roads are bad and the nights come early.
That’s where Last Seen Online started for me.
Not with a missing person poster. Not with a dramatic chase scene. With something quieter and worse.
A teenager dies, and the town does what towns do. People grieve, people speculate, people...