The First Rains of October

The moment August St. Claire ran off that cliff, she dropped like a rock. True, she was running—her legs still kicking in the air—but then gravity tugged on her ankles, and she plunged into the dark, surging waters of the Pacific Ocean.
No one at her high school graduation beach party noticed at first. It was dark. Foggy. The Coast Guard never found a body.
By morning, the small coastal town of Loss Landing was drowning in grief; within two months, her boyfriend, Clay Moorehouse, was convicte...