“Dug up secrets don’t just lay back down.” Jewel, Texas seemed like most every other small town. From the outside, a traveler just passing through might only spot the sweet neat bungalows, the proudest old Victorians, the fervent home cookin’ of the downtown square’s family cafés, and the kept lawns that boasted clean, starched children playing chase under the mighty oaks on any given day. Jewel seemed good at dismissing just about anything-or anyone-that didn’t fit, but in the span of three generations of quirky residents who had been planted all too deeply in this small southern town, the unraveling of having thought that they knew each other and their lives all too well proved that once a community’s deepest secrets are dug up at the very germ of the root of its sweetest core, they don’t just lay on back down with ease. One sultry summer would rock Jewel, Texas from the base of its very roots, scarring its long trusted foundations and its seeming Utopian landscape, forever.