Of course, everything depends on who is telling the story. It always does. I have a story, and though there are considerable parts I’ve had to imagine, the way I saw it was as follows. Twenty years ago, Tara Martin disappeared. Her disappearance wrecked the lives of those she loved. Her parents totally shut down. Her boyfriend Richie- suspected of killing her-squandered his musical talents and crawled into a whiskey bottle. Her brother Peter believed the rumors about Richie and the former best friends stopped […]