Chapter 18

Summerville was your typical Midwest farm town. One main street, called Main Street, of course, with it’s array of small businesses—drug store, hardware store, dress shop, men’s clothing store, grocery, a movie theater that was only open on Friday and Saturday and showed movies that had already come out on Blu-ray, Millie’s, and The Pub. The mill was at one end of the street and the soft serve ice cream shack was at the other.

The town wasn’t big enough for a Meijer’s or K-Mart or even a McDonald’s for that matter. But Summerville was homey and comfortable. Everyone knew almost everyone else—a double edged sword, which had led to the predicament that surrounded Tyler and Ward.

Ward parked his truck and hopped out. He nodded to a couple of ladies who walked by and jumped out of the way of two boys who were skateboarding down the sidewalk.